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A day in the life of Kennings
Through the
hole-filler, into the food-making room
Then it’s soap-hour.
At fiery-sky I
early-rise and go to the lower-level
As it’s a torture-place
day I put on my geek-wear
I foot-move to the
fume-spreader.
The Wonderful World
of Kennings |
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