scop's scoff
.
NO
then hang me
Jehovah God Almighty
left mine eyne open
to
indulge this sight
One uv His Most Fantastic Creations
and i'm sharing
with
the Gift mine Blessed
PHUK
the fine uv this purty
ticklez the Atlantic's spume
wit
hern hip's limb'z digits
not aware uv ‘mine’ think's
“tickle”
or
hind mine
the spurious who
wait for mine reach
uv
hern
Ancient Latin 'cipher
"nubile"
i mustn’t
worship
,)
but damn
Snap
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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