Cunning cut purse— All wisdom is folly— All facility—inept— Whatever he found Was stolen—whatever He lost—he kept— All whimsy is quotidian— All magic is mundane— Whatever he steals is worthless— Whatever is missing—he gains— The world’s an un-shucked oyster— The street—a boundless sea— His victims are locked boxes— His tongue— the missing key—

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