ILK
I was created from a different ilk from a different type of caterpillar or spider silk people look at me, and wonder how I am built but what I offer to them, seems to be, strange milk some misinterpret me to be on high stilts or a strange man, from another land, wearing a kilt I am, myself, with no guilt will never move, from my foundation, or even tilt my presence is seen, as the residue of silt to figure me out, is futile, you won't find nothing! zilch! DEOZI
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