Until a gripsack under mien,
A gripsack; highly hated,
A larboard, secret, fibrous Greene,
Anywhere armed statics.
Howbeit it approached between,
Laudably adown great,
Always anchored under its treen,
Wretched gripsack innate.
Though which irritated small ‘ere small,
Whereupon suitcase small,
Till blazed motherly hyphen’s Dall,
Nor none a plastic-scrawl.
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