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She effuses the essence of botanical morn’ rose

A luck-monger of supreme ordination

With a tapering nose pointedly set

Upon sloppy sleekly silky face

Won’t to relapse to suggestive percussive performance

Her steps in graceful gyrations

Spiced with flawless sonorous timbre

Set a drunken observer

A noodle of some misguided sensibility

Sweetie you’re a signet of perfection

Cupid buried with presided dexterity

Wafted barbs in thousand nervous weaklings

Pretty your sense is infectious

 Your conveyed sensibility maddening