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An edible flat fish

She's sixteen So Pristine And wanton. We walked to the hillside Overlooking the town And she sat down Beside me. Perfume-full Was her breast, We sat...

I walk this dusty path back and forth staring at the rows of trees i pass but never really paying attention to where im going or where i've been, its...

... to a land fit for sporting heroes

This is for my sister who inspired me to write this story.

Average joe, crying out

Whilst meandering through an art gallery, a patron of the arts finds himself thoroughly seduced by a rather depraved and mysterious woman, partaking of sublime pleasure(s)in the women's lavoratory of the aforementioned establishment:)

A funny little poem inspired by my sister.