SCUNTHORPE MON AMOUR
British Steel went Dutch today my love,
the verbal dead sea won't get me down,
freshly cut the field between trial and
error my whole life can traverse partly,
a small part for most women and men.
The steel of my nerve also is brightly
cashed, stab the mogul. In sullen or
subtle pleasing phrases I show hereby
full to fixing point, why I outdo them;
trial and error are the climax of this cameo
flesh in the halted turmoil of reasonable
passion for veracity, speeding
despite that halt, in the field as cash.
Suffer a quiet hand to shade your
eye in its gesture love, for Koninklijke.
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