The typist types thoughtlessly though trying to tell the truth.
Trembling thoughts trickle through the texts that try to teach them.
Tastelessness threatens their thinking, though trying to tame the temper of thought.
Tearfully; truth tried.
Try tomorrow, truth told them. Try tomorrow, truth tried.
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