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       Their were hern
   ‘mongst        known
               mine
   wrapped      were
               they 
              ‘bout mine nervous
               gest

             i gasp’d
 decorous        mine
             closing
             (both)eyne
  
      
       Such thuh touch
         i’ve        ever
              never
             know'd



*scop doth know; "their" from, there
*unto the astute; "their"      think
                                 ticklez
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