Stealth is its policy. It lies in wait. It is no respecter of age. It turns up late Or far too early, without an invitation. You may not notice this miscalculation By your compositor, this turned letter Or metathesis in the river of text That flows, page after page after page, for better Or worse, unproofed, through your perfect book of health. It is what happens next.
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