Naughty lust, why do you must;
I wanton Me, Myself had to give.
Live on the edge, hardwired bust;
bible the liver, while the heart was just.
Deer lick the salt, to click on a jive;
who was stalking – the hare or shire.
Hatting to see there but stardust.
Whisping away the merry stockings;
Christ was giving me seconded thoughts.
Frisking in table manners, Martha's smoking
or Mary's belittled fam to be broaking.
Semper Pie, when the clock was caught
to be sign. Still had to fire toll keen.
Who could be mere lie, than bellies;
fall of disguise and discs formatted
to hoist the meany avery aged sully.
Abridged average, avariced spice Rolly.
Heads filled with tails end – door matter;
fairies coming through chimneys better.
Only the wings embrace was ingrained fully!
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