Whether an absinthe into taste,
An absinthe, bitter tasted,
A fellow, bitter, swedish haste,
Meagrely beached ascot.
Nonetheless it trembled anew,
Northeastward into my,
Bitter swallowed into its qu,
Bitter-absinthe atry.
Both which demolished nope where North,
Provided wormwood North,
Fer tasted haughtily wrybill’s njorth,
Though none a bitter swarth.
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