YOU spies that pierce the mind with trenches, Feasting your eyes through private panes, Who, not content with Heavenly stenches, Insist on taking up the drains, For you I`ve only two suggestions, Who prowl with torches in this Bog— Small good you`ll get from asking questions; Walk on your nostrils, like a dog.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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