Leather not made out of animal skin
Is red mixed with white with black furfin,
The heat of the snuff is so soft so dear
That once in your arms the sneer is near.
The veneer is for everyone to feel
As the plaster ticks and the wax all peels
And the fruity smell is from tangerine
And there is so much life in one lime's squeal
Or one banana's squelching and bite
And one yeoyaar's vigenettic might
And so much of this leather has now
Entered ny life without my roulettes
But my bangles and knives.
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