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Barrels squandered palm and mango,
my hands are lovely, all squishy,
just the way you like it. Poof! she said, not growlingly
and I concurred. We have such soft polish, don’t we?
Sleeping is not easy, dear.
The road ahead sanded stinging
nettles
Sedona and a little western-style
saddle;
On the side and kinda angry
I started to cry when the man gave
me
five crumpled $20s and a packet of
new herring.
Angly, squarish, curvellicious,
emblickled.
I have a ways to go before I awaken
voluntarily,
unless, of course, I’m in your arms.
Susan Smith Nash