I just grew old
That my teeth no longer hold
That my defaced face is annul
Once I was a heavy bull
Strong than most of you
From the beauty that I grew
Old is pricey
Have seen much on the way
With those pointed nipple
And a forward-looking pintle
You ain't enough to becall my wit
Not until you're set to epithet
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