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here the scops mental acuity
.
The likes uv many have
entered
welcome
well c'mon
let's unravel he
let's not
let's eavesdrop
'twuz the fine late spring
mid day 'twuz it
yesss 'twuz
Thar her'z stood
'pon rusty angle iron steps
In'flight
The second story'd ware house
Whilst hern journey's
Up
Her dome swiftly
((snaps))
Over mine own
Mine dome
Her eyne shifted
Right
Whilst hern stared into
The mulberry trees
i mine self in bramble
Thorn after thorn
Bore each prick
Enjoying
hern bare
Ooops
I mean rare
"'twuz bare
would i've waisted the
tap"
*he would{haz}')
Copyright ©
James Peranteau
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