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Incapacitated by the inexplicable beauty
Of which things of scrutiny commonly amiss
Though not of which the sunshine slithers
Where brethren of Hawksong whisper violently.
Administrations of ostrobogulous words
In which piercing screeches wail
With skin the color of midnight brume
Although singing softly.
Agelast beings of impeccable taste
Yet admitably forlorn
Defenestrate of all things of joy
Simply for the incredulous act.
Triskaidecaphobic men
Of whose sons' births are on the unfortunate date
Who cringe violently at the tick
Of the phantom thirteenth number.
Of which things of scrutiny commonly amiss
Though not of which the sunshine slithers
Where brethren of Hawksong whisper violently.
Administrations of ostrobogulous words
In which piercing screeches wail
With skin the color of midnight brume
Although singing softly.
Agelast beings of impeccable taste
Yet admitably forlorn
Defenestrate of all things of joy
Simply for the incredulous act.
Triskaidecaphobic men
Of whose sons' births are on the unfortunate date
Who cringe violently at the tick
Of the phantom thirteenth number.