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I bow my head o’er the glowing vessel,

Playing teachings once my fears to expel,

Before I begin my solemn ritual.

A scripture in audio-visual

format to turn for help when things get tough;

I hope the signal will be clear enough.

For when the pixels of my phone get fuzzy

I might end up looking like a hussy

With tall tender tendrils twined and twisted

Round in unfit puffs when unassisted.

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