Long Swanning Poems

Naked they descend into time before dreams
Chasing their scent
To a pool of ancient emerald, that be
Deeper than their desires, and guarded by waterfalls serpent
Yet heightened by naked lust they
Plunge in deep to a watery cocoon

Engorged...

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I have my first cider

Look at you
Swanning around like you own the place
Swigging your drink

I have my second cider

Your fancy talk
You brag all the time, can't you shut up?
Your voice is annoying

I have my third...

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