Hungered, who still in passing
Cool strides, sways untempted.
By what, reached for, would gratify
More than what is gut-fed!
Dangling o'er grilled porch, a-blaze
As on who's sole behalf
Firm, yet supple like mango
For each one's thigh and calf.
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