Thomas Lowe Taylor -- d,luckx

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nik lichter
er, Nick, licked her
lickud'er

defuck'ter

north now to the other claim
spells out this how to this
how to of other after others

coming across the silence of the snow-clams
motive enclaimant within nosotro albumen's
the latent clue informend, er insinuated
within its cultural countenance, its own
enseem'nd, later latent clue, flan

tor' ensnare, fomenter clam calm
i'ld you, eye ewe, swallow
what'rd ben thur dun thet, duh

Nasta, clumb, entenor lates her duh
Ah, eyem yonger now than not, her's here
Yor'd due em outer, then to claim em un
Un or nor, this'ld bun the tater claim to not
here at the dunning our, our dint or slam--
Snot to the sinker noon, here to the teeming flot

Dinty Moore, as a bit of a joke. Minty Doure.
This lagging calm, this bitter known.
Or just fiddle down, lick her down again.
What'd else? Elsed or no, the plumb and sinker.
This specific calm, enduro implemento, the longer sky.
Hold it, bud, dont come too soon. Mak'r dee, mak'er do.

Relix came no private outer, you'ld see ensnare
the puta due, nay, i'm askance nor plumer who.
This'd poem Narn or not but held and firm, yeh.