with plenty of space to stick it. . . .
I might make with the gravy again
and go with the gravy train anon,
if some fairy will whisper me my lines
and pull forth all fancy
Columbus day jokes
But honestly --
can a mighty might-have-been
reach the suds-soaked populace
on a night like tonight,
or forever after toss mothballs
after an aging loom
fingers plucking damp wool
caked with Effordent
wearing an ivory wedding clasp
and creakin
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