You've missed a bit, there on your chin.
Thin reeds of river grass and fish—
cheeks-deep in roe, mud-covered twin,
you've missed a bit.
Let's bumble on to spawning's pitch
eat salmon-seasoned trout—with quince,
furs drenched in entrails glazey drip...
I long forgave your glutton sin,
big Grizz, I swear there is no hitch,
just time enough, to feast with friends
you've missed a...
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