Fires up her Ahab anger
Others, old, search for phantom teeth
All the while they rest shallow, adamintine pearls in a talented tongue locker
She was up for hide the button agin
The kids would wrestle furniture whilst she snoozed, fusty with the bottle
Murnau's devil floats in ether as a cow gently cuds
The diaper comes loose from which the shit farmer grows
Somebody got me a switch from which I fashioned a tool to put the children down with
It ain't rocket science
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