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br> My inner tranquility was shattered, my thoughts too were scattered br> Until all that now still mattered, was to dispense of this little chore br> I bid a welcome sight unseen to he who bore that arch odour br> "A cup of coffee I will pour." /p> p>Yet I failed in that mission, as he would not accept admission br> Merely seeking my permission, to know the vote I cast before br> He was minding my own business, driving me soon to dizziness br> Prying to learn what my position is, on the matter of the war. br> Am I fraught with second thought on this matter of the war? br> 'Tis not what they said before. /p> p>Suddenly I began to stutter, with many a cough and mutter br> As the knowing polling maven, began to scribble notes galore br> Serenely in his slathered musk, hiding in the gathered dusk
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