Oh, Little Basket,
Oh, In a Little Orchard,
My Little Petal.
Oh, in a Little Basket,
The Little Pin-Man a Little Hen He Poached...
Another pause and a stillness belied only by the sifting of some nearby particulate. He waits. He provides no reply. He has never given answer to its unpredictable strings of nonsense. Its partially fulfilled rhymes and unlikely thoughts.
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