Oh, Jiminy Creepers! love those weepers keeping these sleepers tucked in my dreams feeling as if the night is wearing my skin the dark promenading over my shade in dreams lusting your sweet rind as if in a satire of love's minuet on a gossamer bed As the cuckoo chimed hour of nine tick-tock, tick-tock neath the awning of your almond eyes as the flambeau dripped red from the
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