Yiro Abari High Biography

The seventh from a dozen
Is about to disappear
The head has gone far
Just the rear is near
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Who holds your destiny?
You hold your destiny?
Open your eyes and see
You'll see your destiny
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Originality is in all of us
If you grope around,
you'll feel the nose
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The swathe of his trunk and limbs are:
Long, slim cylinders to the wrists,
Baggy prongs to the ankles
And a woolen barrel to the waist
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So you've learned it
That habit
Of wedging a smoking straw
Against those lips
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