Stole the cross from his eyes 

Stole the words from his lies

Stole the snort when she laughed

Stole the ginning from his graft

Stole the loss of his bottle 

Stole the stop from her glottal

Stole the dirt out his dig

Left the big in his wig

◄ Jazz Don't Work In The Countryside

Tory Elf ►


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