With faces of gimps and leavers of love I lore loquaciousness,
I see lovenkrands living in liquid to lick Lily,
Ripping the clothes from your mind will reveal radishes of
rapid loving,
Guided by Gilliam I gild grins,
I sore souls soaring on sandbags of sodomised monkeys,
Shocked by shaved shivering sherbet we all bought umbrellas,
Lay me down on tables of licking lickerish and love,
Oh well we all dance until death.
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