gee says - oh man
an hour farther
and...farting uneven...
hollowed be the game
the kink did come
and...will be done...
and nerves be less uneven
pork gave me this stay of
a daily tread...for an hour of...
trash-passes as those who
trash-passed before us and seed
us not...more time stay-shuns...
just deliver us our heaving as all meant
stan sand
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