| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - body is slung from side to side Need a lift she said much obliged I am riding piggy-back Then I come to her shack We go inside the place is a mess She said my name's the liquid poetess She unties her mouth And her buckskin dress She drinks from a bottle labeled tenderness I am in one hand in the other's a can She puts me in the can And smiles through the wall I got the horror's cos I am one inch tall
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