//////The Winsome Stems Of Bettie Page / & This Puzzle Of A World / Are Cocked And Counterbalanced Exactly / In My Gadfly, Can't-Take-The-Void Mind / Of Pure Heroics And Evil Schemes Both Hatched / Into Thin Air's Skillet, Burnt Most Ways / -All Redemption's Makeshift, Porgie / Sure, You Bet - Why We Glow, Wilt, Talk Diamonds / And Spend The Night Locking Up Verbs / With A Violence We All Agree On / Not Long Before The Maimed Mother-Animal Comes Slithering Along / And Starts Naming Things For True
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