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>>937024711
You wander'd lonely like a chad cloud
That floats on high o'er chuds and fags,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
Of primo, queso, no old hags;
Beside a bake, pumping the seeds,
Fluttering and dancing with sneeds.

Continuous as the lolis that shine
And twinkle like wings of ry,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the outposts of the sky:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in basedly dance.