Osculation
Oscuation is the deprivation of
modesty in every sense.
From here on hence
I destest every trolloping wench
Who tend to frolicking
Around every man's door
And preying on those poor
Men in every fight
Put up a fight
Give up a fight
Need a fight
To put your cravings to ammends
Ammends and lamentations
They give up to ward off provocations
For the deprivation of
Modesty in every sense
And osculating with the
Trollloping wench
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