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Bottle Brush
By the bristling bottle brush
He lied to lay his lovely lush
And drunken dreams did darkly dwell
With webs of words in a whiskey well
His fairy-floss hair white like cotton
Her itching scratch ne’er forgotten
He lied to lay his lovely lush
And drunken dreams did darkly dwell
With webs of words in a whiskey well
His fairy-floss hair white like cotton
Her itching scratch ne’er forgotten
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