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The Lass
Contributed by
screwge
on
Wednesday, 22nd July 2009 @ 09:57:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Forsooth unfurl now in your small
But fanatical ways. Too
Much tabasco sauce, a smattering
Of fernticles upon the hair. The
Woman's on par with a mosaic, her
Polar bodies span the ocean. So let
That wet the fortuities
There,
As the dial of eyes can caracole
In amusement for days
Before
The waves--its herd of tides. The curly foam.
And sheep's wool you would wear
And have surfed. A pearl--
A pearl you now
Unfurl
In the arcuate glee of slamming clams,
As you are adventurous.
O, troughed chimera, composite glass--
And that is young one hand of the
Lass.
Copyright ©
screwge
... [
2009-07-22 09:57:06] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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