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Incomplete (for the acrostic competition)
I f I lost you
N othing more would then compute
C limbing are pitched roof tunes
O f chorded mental astute
M obile from the air of flute
P ounding the sky
L aughing as we do
E verything that I live for now
T o be honest is what you found
E nd me now if we don't work out.
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