The love was chomped with eager feeling
And get the strongest strike the pope
The keenly glance throughtout my being
Is rotten glimmer of my hope.
It was your passion ruffed my jowls,
It was your voice, it was your sense
That all of yours sublimes and fouls
Incorporated womens sex.
Ruffed my jowls
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