James Peranteau Poet Romanticism

garden love

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          in mine torso'z 
                  limbz
         'long with mine
                 robot's
                   grip
         az the tin man
                left out
       in thuh purty rain
          ourn lips each  
          to their other
           found stuck

              wantonly
        we were wedged
              ourn lips
    there wuz no patience 
                   for
         adorable werdz
          just         whirz 
               lots uv
               pleaze
                 and  
           and     sexy         
             sibilating
          'bout the wet 
   "edvard         hear her" 
               can ya
       'twuz         lisp
                 hern
                whilst
            mine rust
        twixt        firm
                 hern
             churned

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