Double, double, toil and trouble;
            Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Support of the plastic trees,
From the build plate grow;
Sans Printer, I give you views
Made of blender, I avoid your confuse;
Threshold be by the half right's ang,
4 5 is my key, though change to not hang;
   For a charm of powerful trouble,
   Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
            Double, double, toil and trouble;
            Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
   Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's hat, buckle and strap,
To prevent the shard corners' trap;
   Root of hemlock digg'd i’ the dark,
Cool for contest, Hope renew'd,
   Gall of goat and slips of yew
   Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
A fine change from Benchy ships,
   Finger of birth-strangled babe
Might stick this on a crab,
   Make the gruel thick and slab.
   Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
   For the ingredients of our cauldron.

            Double, double, toil and trouble;
            Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

'Cross the board my finger glides,
Something wicked this way Rides.

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