The preacher on a ladder
Watches the boy who dreams he can fly
The race to the goddess of the double D
A high bun of a hybrid fills appetites
To a chorus of sparrows’ banter
Echoed by killer lines on souls night
Piped up at the campfire
Where Pickard’s enterprise zooms
Is he making plans for Nigel
Meet the challenge and its undertones
A Blevins of a Troon forged by Smith
Slam with no poverty in the lines
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