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Bisquick,
A latent trick. Elements That make me sick. Find fault With a big stick. Poke and prod. A good swift kick. Round the Rosy, Collapsing ring. No one cares And nothing brings. We light a candle And nobody sings. Once, it mattered Now it stings. Open the curtain And dim the lights. Go for broke Then hit the heights. But oh what sights They'll see. And oh what hearts We'll risk. In the afterglow, Of instant Bisque
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