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We both want this thought a thorough thing
A knitting machine makes you stuff you are
Youll knit me tunes zagzig else pipped on par
Youll knot a dot a mot youll bring a zing
Youll match my old word processor end ring
My clickclack blank verse keys its space bar
Youll crave cool riddles door just ajar
Youll find it finishes a previous fling
If I read paragraphs again theyre plain
The beauty breaks up words try mutiny
If I peer portraiture again its vain
The master strokes rise rough in scrutiny
Your loyal attention can clunk creepy crude
I love you chum the best youre never lewd
Chorus crude gross rough