hot air is what i mist,
syllables don't get as crisp,
less yer hanging by hand of wrist,
but the great fall from cliff is inviting:)
betwining betwixt,
nah i don't lisp,
just roof of me mouth bloody lining,
no rum i aint pist,
just some syllables missed,
2 short says Deb,
she's divining....
Don Johnson...
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