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f l o w i n g ( g n i w o l f )

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f eathers on a breeze

      fists in the yeah

      first class stampedes

l eaves on the river

      lemons that blow

      lyrics from the otherland

o nce the cock is up

      onions shed their skins

      order is reborn

w aving like an x-ray

      waddle like a duckling

      when the tongue’s untied

i n between ebbs

      itchy rectal passages

      icing me cakehole

n evermore’s a nob’ead

      notes the spillage idiom

      now is a cloudburst

g lowing inside your

      golden noggin’s

      gobshite hinterland

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