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Ole Buttons 'n' Bones,
Walls are cold,
Dew o' frost bite, 
Dark lit chamber o' mine.

Shrill o' quill squeak, 
Skill o' rhymes,
Twitching my cock,
My sap streaks. 

Absinthe, my punch knock,
Swill o' poetic writ, 
The cunt o' the chill,
Cumming on my script. 

Wallowing 'bout in my revel,
Stroking my whatnot 
And rocks o' testicles,
Spewing the slew.

Ole Buttons 'n' Bones
And I in a pickle,
Brine o' the clit,
Intoxicating me .

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