Your Lips
I can see on your lips
you have clumps of earth
from rubbish golfers
and the fact you celebrate dawn
as a thing that happens by design
only adds to your concoction
just go over and tell them
what you think of their ineptness
so we can leave and find other
reasons for your lips
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