Clay girls and boys my favorite toys! Soon they’ll come together And she will choose and you will lose to a clod tied to a feather A muscle jumped in Cyrus’s jaw. “I don’t understand your infuriating riddles. But I have reason to hope Alizeh is going to accept my proposal. She said as much to me earlier—” Poor Clay brain is made of dirt! It cannot solve a puzzle Poor Clay heart it falls apart A frail, decaying muscle “Enough,” the young king said angrily, fruitlessly searching the room for a face. “I let you spout your senseless rhymes at me for hours without complaint, but you’ve already
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