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DAY 11

Down below, where earthworms grow, his workshop clanged with sound:

The hissing plane, the saw’s refrain, the heavy mallet pound.

And behind all was a discordant buzz: Tiny Tib’s cordless drill.

Each in time beat music’s rhyme, a symphony of devilish evil.

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07:25 AM - Oct 12, 2023
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