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spin the middle of the moth ( htom eht fo elddim eht nips )
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rain is on the brain again in the gland of sinking sand scumbles under onion skin cotton socks & contraband roving with october's ghost gargles in the arse of june piddle peas in mizzle march gleaming is a sugar spoon stirring sups in cups of tea ponce upon a kitchen sieve calendars & colanders bumble on & bee the div babble in the bubble's black spin the middle of the moth til the bastard sings a swan flutters on & buggers off ...