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She
She’s different Of my women least giving Most gelid, least feeling Most feline, least frigid Most rigid, least deferent Least diffident, most dissident Least likely to grow, most in temper akin Autumn cold Yet something in her sweep and bends lures, I tend to go Down sewer ladders and over fences Though her myriad offences…
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Ok, big guy
Thank God he’s smiling because I Recognize a giant when I spy one Guileless, his icy lidless eyes descrying, discerning Learning, earning ideas for gambols and ventures By which advantage may be leveraged, if required He frequented nowhere; where he went twice to idle They tired of him, he never spent more than one night…
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Plundering a Masterpiece
Numerologists praising lucky elevens and sevens Numbing numbers puzzling and unbecoming, potent despite Like witch-stirred potions brewed on rare moon nights, enabling flight Impossible by rights yet I thereby gliding despite Without spite, purely to satisfy and blight with blithe smiles One slight, short in height, a self nothing denied since it brushed motherthighs An…
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