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restrain'd Irish Rail
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'tiz true
i sat
front face'd
beauty
and i shall not miss the beat
say'n
"thuh Blessing indeed"
and i without
i without contract
stroll'd hern
visible sheath
Her stout mitt's digits
mine eyne
latch'd absent
All ten held with careful
the McIntosh
Their thick
to it’s
crimson’d
full
Hern eyne
gazed 'bout mine
whilst
mine think travel'd
elsewhere
her coy
relaxed
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James Peranteau
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