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Rumpled 'stiltskin (2nd version...extra line!)

I’m want to take the common straw
lay strewn across the bar-room floor
~ discarded, used to curse and shout
I’ll card it ~ scrape the thistles out.
 
Feed my loom run at a canter
words of dry and feeble banter
~ set my wheel spinning faster
weaving your unseen disaster.
 
Though this world may lap your bluster
still with me you pass no muster
~ when your breath grows stale and cold
you’ll eat the words I’ve spun to gold.

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