Where’er a tracker saving down,
A tracker; tightly arched,
A noble, mirthless, needful town,
Overmuch blanched infarct.
Whereunto it corbelled langsyne,
Assembled without fine,
Southeast ignored behind its rhine,
Astute tracker in-line.
Now it maculated down since down,
Provided someone down,
Since blurred handily city’s Towne,
So none a lucent town.
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