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The Lowest Form of It

oh good afternoon
awfily goodiyeh tae droap by
waywur jist tokn aboot you
you inthi uthir foke thit usetay wurk here

whit time jicaw this ennywigh
you oan flexytime ur sumhin
didyi firget thi cloaks went forwird

ach well
zat you away awready
ah suppose its yer lunchtime by noo eh

its been grand seein ye again
ye should mibbay hinky pihtinin fur a joab here wan day
god knows wae could daeway thi help
inennywigh
yir here practikly ivry uthir day izzitiz

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