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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Heliotrome by Stark Hunter A fly with green translucent scales Is bothering me to the brink of insanity! This irksome beast buzzes around my ears, My mouth and my nose, and I know, As I know this old quiver of mine, That this beast must die! What haven’t the authorities swatted it down prior to today? Do I not pay some form of tax to rid these abominations from my life? “Hello Honey. Would you care for some veal? I like your pearl necklace there. .. it reminds me of an afternoon at your house…” “And what afternoon was that Gilbert?” “Oh I’m sure you remember Mercedes.Think about it. I still have your… garment, in my desk drawer.” “Not at all Gilbert, I am sure. But I will have the veal.” The flies! There are millions of flies dominating my house! Please do you have any suggestions, any advice, As to what I should do about these pests? She enters. She is naked. Her figure is of a greek goddess. Her breasts are firm and full, and her nipples Are hardened as she speaks… shhh. “There was once a beautiful woman who sat in a tree. She always watched when the day began And when the day ended. When the sun rose, she cried, and when it set, she laughed. She had a dog named Catharsis. At night the dog slept in the garden by the tree, Amidst the “dead man’s fingers” there. The woman hooted like an owl as she sat there In that tree, and ate raspberries. She was never seen by anyone, except me. She told me, actually told me I had deep eyes. She said my soul was like a river, a deep, Swiftly-flowing river with a tower there, A little ways down, on the muddy bank. And up on top of the tower, there are little boys Spitting into the river below.” “Enjoying the view. I enjoy it indeed when a beautiful woman wears a short skirt And artfully shows off her appendages. But Mercedes, please, it pains me too much To see your amazingly sexy legs over there, And not be able to do anything about it! Please spare me!” “Naughty boy! Then stop looking at them. Besides, I have nothing to hide from you.” “Evidently not miss."
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