.Sitting on the shelf when someone called my number>
With a template in one hand, scissors in the other>
'What lump of clay is this? ' Said the king maker to me
Dull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemy
The future flesh and blood on the bones of the big lie
A no-wit who's face fits.
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