Induce a dance from your adversary

Here we are, there we go

Everybody likes odd numbers.

Fanfare with the redirect, I reckon—

Prepare ye for one last ask.

Speak gentle truth within the parameters

He will know.

Anchor

Rancor

Setting a range

Quickly, now, somebody said,

Though it was not I.

The fruit of the mist is in the middle

Last sunset of the year, 2017. I danced

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