Trench mouth
Fuck you! I peal the orange
And you do not know how
With one hand amid ships
above sandy clure
That does not ammount to
Much
Even the spurs of red riders
Do not shaft drivers make
Along with the rule
Upon which we spoke
And spike
Your cunt on the
Feasibility study
about the right and writer
And not the soul food
we live on and quest.
It is nor right it is not
Wrong, to ring the bell pull
And ask for a night’s quiet sleep
away from the hands pulling at my
shaft, like Alice they weary for more dew-dropped
Weddings and such like you who do
it well and do not see it well but do
Begin in the area of it too.
BCDFN
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