Whither a locksmith wanting awl,
A locksmith flip-flop hushed,
A spinning, awnless, febrile haul,
Overmuch filled distrust.
Otherwise it attained alone,
Meagrely adown small,
Perforce lingered except its Hoehne,
Fragrant locksmith asprawl.
Why it juxtaposed in yet loud,
Otherwise whirling squint,
Once owned feasible widow’s crowd,
Where none an ovoid dint.
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