The bright dark shines in the dark,
a silent knoll tolls,
mellow witches pass the doobie.
The earth a lot of dirt,
most folks dig kids,
obvious heavy parrot tocks.
The weight on a scale of one to ten
harrows the labyrinths of hell,
looking for the Brontë sisters.
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