Mail was lost on lark...milk..
it fall from sky....
mattered not to minds eye....
...) it(s no gift that one has...lost is cry....
flying high all around here..
news about you was... so bleat...full..
as the lips of your full mouth...dripps..of..
new style to wipe....) it(steal your heart...
Your beat is red....harsh as flame....
.....it will cover it in full...
seal of the Queen much is sheen.... shinny as..
glow on her face....wipes off on from her..) it(..
Redeals love it lies face up on all cards.......
) it(
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There you go, you two looney tunes!