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  • I have an alter ego
    His name is Yarning Spladsbuy
    I only know I have him
    Because of where he has been

    The constable rung with
    Inquisitive word
    "The horror! The chaos!
    Have you not heard?"

    "The Baker's burnt three dozen pies,
    The Rooster slept past dawn.
    The Chemist wails of lost supplies,
    The Preacher's faith is gone."

    I knew full well
    These were Yarning's deeds
    For I am him
    And he is me

    No time to talk
    It's time to flee
    Just me
    And Yarning Spladsbuy
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