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“My visage high above your city, Shines like gold, but half as pretty. Arms I've none, but hands I've two: Mondo, mini, black not blue. Climb my stairs and have no fears, All that threatens are my gears. Tucked beneath the mightly wheel, An envelpe shall truth reveal.” — Megan Frazer Blakemore
My visage high above your city,
Shines like gold, but half as pretty.
Arms I've none, but hands I've two:
Mondo, mini, black not blue.
Climb my stairs and have no fears,
All that threatens are my gears.
Tucked beneath the mightly wheel,
An envelpe shall truth reveal.