Take late into account, the dreary dark undercoat of night;
speaks lavish whispers of kettle talk talk.
A vapor refined to a stark note, then a bit louder, then..
Shriek! Into the corners of the room and bounces back the vibrant delight of finish.
To take off the mittens, and spill the clippings. To leave them on, and deal with the drippings.
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