With the sharpness of a troubadour.
I dare you look him in the eye.
His stench would make a buzzard cry.
He likes burt in white lightning.
For her steady random date.
When eager boys would stand in line.
She likes burt in white lightning.
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4.
Lurking in the corridor.
At camelback cinema.
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