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the badger bilge ( a l o l l o p i n t h e l a k e d i s t r i c t )
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i squandered homely as a shroud
that stoats on pie o'er whales & mills,
when ball at bonce i spore a ploughed,
a boast, of molten badger bilge;
beside the snake, beneath the bees,
guttering & glancing in the cheese.
deciduous as the bras that brine
& sprinkle on the silky spray,
that etched in weather-bending slime
along the marlin of the brae:
hen thousand spore eye at a stance,
flossing their heads in slightly france.
the knaves beside them pants but hey
out-bid the carping graves in ghee:
a stoic could be so sleigh,
in such a token husbandry:
i phased - & phased - but brittle torte
what elf the snow to me had snort.
for loft when on my pouch i pi
in basement or in tensive glued,
they trash upon that inward thigh
which is the piss of solid food:
& then my fart with treasure spills
& prances with the badger bilge
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