A tired man went drivin' out one dark and windy day
at a burger stand he rested as he went along his way
when all at once a buxom wench of delphic bent he saw,
as she was looking straight at him he could find no flaw.

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He gazed upon her features, "Wow!", and chucked away the old,
the worn-out story paradigm that had gone stale and cold
he swore that nevermore he'd write of old guys, priests, and farts
"From now on", he solemnly vowed, "it's wimmin and and their parts!"

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Young Cassie, feeling sassy, munched her lunch upon it's stick.
Pythia swiftly a-dressed the strangers gaze right quick.
With shielding hand she tossed the can and caught him 'tween the eyes.
And when the world returned to him, he heard her be chastized.

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An older lass in frumpy dress was giving Pyth some hell.
"I've told you once, you silly dunce, don't hit future clientele!"
"Sorry Sibyl, not to quibble, he's givin' Cass the eye."
"And if you don't stop braining folks, I won't date 'fore July."

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"Now Cassie, don't be brassy, Pyth was keeping out an eye.
And in that dress, not hard to guess, just to the reasons why.
Still I don't like the rudeness shown, an apology's required
Go untie that poor young man, be happy he's not expired.

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Sorries accepted, your wits collected, you stutter as you say
"I mean no ill, the queue I've filled and drained for many days,
yet all at once it's your presence that filled the box of priests
Have you come to usurp the throne, or just renew the lease?"

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Sibyl smiled as to a child, confused and full of fright.
"The answer dear, is not as clear, as you may see it right.
Although we've heard of gods cloistered and the people that he's bossed,
The sad truth of the matter is, our paths have never crossed."

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I assure you sir, you have my word, we've been here a few years.
We've passed the tests, and answered quests, and rendered bills to fear.
Though it's not a stretch for you to kvetch and wonder who we are,
It's not that we blame Orrie, he's just better at P.R."

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