The hatchet

A gag in this mouth evokes aversion

the sheepish attitude

the fringe of the cloth

the repugnant claim

a smudge in the cloth

the wary dog for the intruders

stagger after the beer

and fall with it

the nonsense of a brawl

the corporal of the army

is not a scent from a dunghill

it is a hatchet to stir it

the beseech of exhilaration

the bigotry, the prejudice the discrimination and the racism

phony and vile

the strong carve the wood

not afar from calling them sham

the speck of copper

and the rider dismounted the horse next to the boot in the eventide

he scrubs the trouser

a clump of willows

can withstand the parched conditions.

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