It's the salt that does it   
 that's what makes me   
 it's mine for yours.    
  
 Pass the fricassee of starlings   
 to the chirping of our instincts   
 a remonstrance   
 and pffft !   
 without precedence   
 raw flesh   
 grab the handle of the tool   
 to hammer the iron   
 in the eye of the cyclops.   
   
 He is angry  
 that over-saying sets ablaze   
 when the bad wind blows.    

  
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