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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.
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