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Belle of fatted calves fixes my head sew-
Prurient pandering best left to no.
Words tumble buy on Slip and Slide of life-
Gang greenest thoughts can ampule hate with strife.
Squirming pale maggots that on course meal dine-
Ground two ponder dale lee bread extra fine.
Staring at Watt lite thru yon window brakes-
Tis yeast? Joliet the son? Hoe and rake?
Ware’s voice of reason that once filled hour heads?
Modern states men spew apoplectic dread.