Sudden heat, spores
allergies of affection.
Pollen don't want but
immediately, crabs.
The gentle milk streaming.
Finally landing the plane propeller-ly.
Twelve other indignant boy-racers.
Just two girls.
Oh wait. Twelve women.
Sixteen. Twenty-five.
Thirty!
Infinite women. All, of them. All of them!
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Sunday, March 18, 2012
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