here the scop's mental acuity

. The likes uv many have entered welcome well c'mon let's unravel he let's not let's eavesdrop 'twuz the fine late spring mid day 'twuz it yesss 'twuz Thar her'z stood 'pon rusty angle iron steps In'flight The second story'd ware house Whilst hern journey's Up Her dome swiftly ((snaps)) Over mine own Mine dome Her eyne shifted Right Whilst hern stared into The mulberry trees i mine self in bramble Thorn after thorn Bore each prick Enjoying hern bare Ooops I mean rare "'twuz "bare" would i've waisted the tap" *he would{haz}')