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Word Weevils

R'n'b hello!, �
Little, Twinkle �
Play your cello! �
Pretty is your dimple �
My bicycle bell jingles
Twinkle, little
If you keep swinging
I'll go on believing
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If you will keep swinging �
I'll go on trending �
Even after we seize being living! �
Non-stop! We will go on streaming �
This is not fiction �
It is called action �
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Chapter one..
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Very cold out here living in this meadow �
I cuddled in my pillow
Curtains down shut all the windows
We have mugs, saucer and a kettle �
We got a mortar and pestle
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On a marauding run inside this huge word silos
With my army of word weevils �
Retreating back from a war of words battle �
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What's my schedule?
Don't know �
That's why my daily routines shuffle
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Arriving at the sept of bailor..
Lord! Help me I am this sailor �
With me is my loving daughter, twinkle �
Whom I often address as little �
We have been tough fighters
Together with me, we are all survivors �
Army of bean weevils �
We only wore mittens along with our kittens and play badminton
Are we seven or eleven! �
We might sound odd, but tell you what? �
We are even �
We fought and defeated the army of word evils
We conquer the many word devils
I told you I used a broken bottle �
To take on some word warden
Eden's Garden! ..
We didn't lay our hands on anything forbidden
Confessing!
We are machine gun preachers
In rnb thriller
Pardon! �
Ardon us
Let us in Heaven! �
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Don't let us stumble �
Even when our skins wrinkle �
Twinkle lovely are your dimples �
My signs and symptoms
Yet this syndrome
I don't know if I have any freedom
Ruling, controlling this Kingdom