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I made your pain ease
[po], a tree with seven tins
sealed: a balsam pounce.
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It's in the poetry section, so by definition...? |
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First we need to measure it. |
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Darest Thou frame its fearful symmetry ? |
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I think it is a new unit of measurement: The Balls*Amp*Ounce |
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It seems to describe the sensation of ones balls receiving one coulomb per second per ounce of testicle. |
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I made your pain ease
by giving you a collar, to frighten the fleas |
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[po], a tree with seven tins
fishmeat alone, no bones and no fins |
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sealed: a balsam pounce
dry catfood, I hereby renounce. |
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sewn open: sinner
apply oar (a mime) is in
glowed soft eye coupons |
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// whilst walking along // |
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There was a young lady from Rhyll... |
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