ᗷᑌᖴᖴ TIᑎG ᖇᗩᗪIO TEᗰᑭEᔕTᖴEᗩTᕼEᖇ

There be no beats of TempestfeatherWith a magic like thee;Like gin with rocks and tonic waterIs thy melodic nectar to me:When, as if her sounds were causing
The crowd’s asses moving,
Breezy, light, and gleaming
As the wild storms seem dreaming;
Yo, the Buff Ting show be streaming
Her poetic throb o'er the deep,
Whose breaks are gently heavingStanzas sounding sweet:So the bass bows before thee,To listen and adore thee,With a full but soft emotion,Like the swell of Mega Buff's ocean.
Stanzas For Buff by Lord Skain

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