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<poem>
Two cloves
Two cloves
A cigar
A cigar
And a bowl;
And a bowl;
Drank until I could drink no more
Drank until I could drink no more
But she won’t go away.
But she won’t go away.
Nine tails of foxy love
Nine tails of foxy love
Swishing
Swishing
Touching my chin
Touching my chin
Reminding me of how long its been
Reminding me of how long its been
Since I shared a bed with another.
Since I shared a bed with another.
(Maybe the fox is one hell of a lover.)
(Maybe the fox is one hell of a lover.)
She likes me.
She likes me.
Thinks I’m funny.
Thinks I’m funny.
Suave.
Suave.
Romantic.
Romantic.
Worth a shot.
Worth a shot.
She hugs me and I feel warmth
She hugs me and I feel warmth
Under her auburn fur
Under her auburn fur
And I can’t help thinking that she just
And I can’t help thinking that she just
Maybe
Maybe
Might
Might
Be serious this time.
Be serious this time.
All I have to do
All I have to do
(simple as pie, she tells me)
(simple as pie, she tells me)
is grow a fox tail.
is grow a fox tail.
</poem>

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<poem> Two cloves A cigar And a bowl; Drank until I could drink no more But she won’t go away. Nine tails of foxy love Swishing Touching my chin Reminding me of how long its been Since I shared a bed with another. (Maybe the fox is one hell of a lover.) She likes me. Thinks I’m funny. Suave. Romantic. Worth a shot. She hugs me and I feel warmth Under her auburn fur And I can’t help thinking that she just Maybe Might Be serious this time. All I have to do (simple as pie, she tells me) is grow a fox tail. </poem>