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Intellect

"Intellect" I never knew English could feel like this... She spreads her legs around my words and rides every verb... Growing up, I was attracted to the finality of arithmetic, but the idea of forever flowing with every mention of for instance has my mind exposed like an Olan Mills studio. Strike a pose. Vogue. And do those things Madonna won't... Man, let me put this pen away before I create a new language and ask your lips to practice on my dialect.

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Date: 12/16/2015 8:44:00 AM
a great poem! Lovely and a wonderful share. A 7 definitely
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