"What remains, remains, and what doesn't got spilt out; hence over"
By Scara, the scary po(t)et, who should probably go to bed now.
(Sorry, should probably have been in bed by now.)
Decanting fluids
Sinking deep
A deposit of
Dregs, just shit
Finger dipped
Therein, a drop
Shaken off, though
Don't keep no spares
Beelzebub has enough devils put aside for me as it is.
[Good night!]
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