Show this judge of the sylphs,
heavy with me,
the way back to his nudes—
out!
Hard here to thud between upper,
lower lip,
poor thing, run down 7th Louth,
out of the East
The sticky-winged from oily
fields,
who like to clamp down hard,
will die
dragging on my wheel, or sawn
in half-
shrills, just off the 7th Louth.
Out!
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