In thinking of this
It is necessarily odd
To work it
Logistics, what knots can do
Tuning, before the bus
Runs on its circuit.
Opera, necessarily odd.
The energy complex, et cetra
Its webbed infrastructure
Deprecated by sunshine.
Now in tin shacks like rush mines
The warehouses advance
Major complex, compute
The variables like ants
In a faith who could call cute
I turn to look, repeatedly, repeatedly
Everywhere now see lovely man.
Necessarily odd.
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