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craft and trade
both one the same
I have not yet been paid!

malodorous ogre
home is the grave
he finds craw-fish to be vulgar

trembling fool
stop this nonsense
your sense is lost away

in the teeth of the panther
residing in the mother
of not tomorrow, but today

pish posh
fildillee dee
another moment gone

jumbled till frozen
always forgotten
never to fly again

fear is feet
sawed off by madmen
they swore I'd rue the day

Vulturous desires consume
the victim is I
dead as of other days

crazy am I?
So is your cousin
in the ship across the bay

so speak no more
that vulgar tenor
my liver is yours to take

profound he is
says she to her
which she says to him

one lives endless times
this life we live
on Pluto's moon

forsake all that is true
for insanity-
morphine heals the grin



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