Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
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You there, impotent, loose in the knees, Open your scarf'd chops till I blow grit within you, Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets, I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare, And any thing.
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Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few.
I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?
Then we will return you to the border recharged and ready for your next adventure.
Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.
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