White horse a long wild Oscar Wilde Shakespearean shot,
In a white light nightmare nightgelding nightmule,
Wicked white horse rearing, demanding blame
White lace, of silk and linen blend, bled,
In blue blood remembered in a blue shadow in a white horse whiskey vein,
A scotch on the rocks, so far from far flung Brisbane,
Raise raze rising superstar the spy that loved me, the sugar–white, and brown- that tugged my sweet tooth to drown in the jug jugular of wet whiskey, white horse single malt
Spam of Human Affection 
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