Sticks and stones segregate pearls of gold...
from strings and things that only oysters know
cutting, piercing from both sides fully claimed
clipping a channel pushed clean from its core unforetold
From density delivered soothing smoothness hallowed cold
cylinder eclectic tokens plug empty glove hush tricky treat sold
Angle-to-dangle punkie hashtag extrovert
duck-a-luck phobia caught flirt to convert
Unknown buffers begging contribution
bragging about yolks of divinity flowing with proud neopets
pullin' freight breakin' bad...offer a crumb of moldy bread...
sugary sweet for the very first time...
If the flow don't run full through beaver country
wait 'til Spring to harvest what cheapscape roll called legit to re-gift
respect players of all kinds...
beg for what you know to get it how you live...
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