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An immaculate blanket, pristine, cold and bright,
Surrounded it thoughtlessly, airy and light,
The butterscotch blemish besmirching the white,
Lay aloof and alone, all but blind to its blight.
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Cast away, strewn aside, sat the sad swarthy slight,
For the bear that had passed it had passed out of sight,
Like a whistling kettle, it steamed in the night,
Imposing its stink with profound, pungent might.
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Buttercup's House 