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Blossoming in bliss smiles this heart o’ mine,

Glistenin’ like gold when Mr. Benjamin’s rolled

T’indulge a line

Strewn across the table like luscious snow,

Coaxing inch by inch that special itch

up my spine… creeping… crawling…

Temptation’s bristled tarantula one veterbrate

at a time climbing

‘til smoldering are all Pain’s brambles in the brain

& skinned thin’s the crow squawking Discontent.

(‘cept t’maybe later whine why this eight-ball wasn’t nine!)

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