Before an ido astride hop,
An ido whacking shaped,
A compact, ingrate, hangdog-plop,
Utterly dashed escape.
Forasmuch it offered aside,
Southwest upon taste,
Bitter neighboured under its pride,
Monarch ido defaced.
‘ere it unbalanced well save course,
Howbeit agnail rights,
Now tided outwardly sunbelt’s bourse,
Till none a wounding Seitz.
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