Forsooth and forlorn ferocious I fried,
Before Bibawhack, my baboon bastard's bride.
To teachy thee a truth, Ye took And Ye tried…
On yon odorous oxters [as the ocean tide.]
Guarengriddle Green, elope, elope. Makes watery- eyed.
So send it soft, send it soon, spittle spot, easily spied.
Him and she, Her and He hurtle and hide…
Disenchanted,...
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