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Oliver (Free verse) by Stephen Robins Who will buy this beautiful morning?
Such a sky you never did see,
I've scratched my balls, finished yawning,
And my erection's like an oak tree.
My straining chief serves as a warning,
To my heartfelt shouted plea:
Who will tie it up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?
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