One-eyed doll loving none but herself
Pierced stomach that eats one kebab or more
And still as light as shadow
Moves across the arena
Like two pencils on a paper handkerchief
Let alone the fairy monster
Delicacies that you fry by the head like asians do
And the hens noisy as bells ringing at the crescent moon
Not the smoothest bug or the likeable plague
Would impress me like you only know
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