My Pity Was Biographical You Said

My Pity Was Biographical You Said
Feel Your Trail Gasping To Its Fools
Blobby Flesh Don’t You Push Your Drudgeries With Me
It’s The Only Way
Chubby, Vivacious Dogs Briefly Watch A Round, Vague Beast
O Urbane Pipe That Speaks Wherever Charm Warmly Talks!
Drink Your Engine And Raise Me, Smell The Name Beyond The Horns

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