Bobby didn't talk much in class. When he did speak, the other children often made fun of him because he stammered. His words just wouldn't come out right. They twisted around his tongue like slimy
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Our surroundings, one
The universe, hath begun
Entropy presents, one condition:
Our souls entangle, in remission
Light and dark, forever between
Within them, an object mediates: a machine
Born of evil and good, it has one mission:
To set the world into premonition
We find, we grieve, things we weave
Together, forever, they never leave
Folklore of lore, will always galore
Eternal our memories, forevermore
The universe, hath begun
Entropy presents, one condition:
Our souls entangle, in remission
Light and dark, forever between
Within them, an object mediates: a machine
Born of evil and good, it has one mission:
To set the world into premonition
We find, we grieve, things we weave
Together, forever, they never leave
Folklore of lore, will always galore
Eternal our memories, forevermore
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