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I'm a fool to you, the
Clued up chewed up
Bread devouring
clouds of reign
An ignorant embarrassment
To the steeper people
Steeped in steeples'
monotony.
Charging off like perfect pebbles
Grinding down the river bed
Ignore the whirlpools, far too complex
Progress to the estuary.
And there it washes, there you drown
The silt is wet. It clings and stale.
Sick for brine you kings and Romans,
Swallowed up by Jonah's whale.