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 I thought I saw you
 Farting, your pants
 Down, a pair of roseate
 Hickeys, like widely spaced
 Eyes, riding the apogees
 Of your buttocks.                               
                                 
 Merest
 Fog, and here comes
 Old Fergus, walking his wife's
 Bubbies
 On a leash.