(By, Salty Sugar)
Oh, bamboozler don't make me too shout,
Neither let me sleep thy freak-feelins,and nor get an oust thy heaps of healings,
Hardly, I were already waked like as does a maiden,
You bet.Yet here I am falling the torn-tears of laden,
As dearly let me get an asleep
Now should thy an await do I wake or sleep,
Then come and just feet me a hemlock leaf.
©saltysugar
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