No blind spots in the leopard’s eyes Can only help to jeopardize The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries An afterlife for a silverfish Eternal dust less ticklish Than the clean room, a houseguest’s wish He lies on his side, is he trying to hide? In fact it’s the earth, which he’s known since birth Face worker, a serpentine miner A roof falls, an underliner Of leaf structure, the egg timer

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