365 times four
Plus january threw now
Me a soft wet bone
Woof woof all the blackberries
All their thorny crowns
365 tines threshing flesh
Until now till now noted
Lost my cherrywood rocker
Woof bow wow wow
Maid shave shade made trade
Quite a quit lover
Quiet quiet three
Hundred sissy times what for
Howl in the holler sounds good
Bury it bonegod back in
Leafy dirt outasite not
Out of mind math licks her clock
Clean of months tacky grab
Swaddled onceupon for
Eve ever flew off haunting
Hunted day woof woof
Groaned ole bowser scratching
His niche by the wallow
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