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Wednesday, 17 July 2024

Or what to trot out

Time to dwell

My words to tell

Caught in the spell

Of lines that rhyme


Or don’t

Or won’t


Pubic roots

And pheasant shoots

You can see

To where my mind is sinking


Or can’t

Or shan’t


Baby belle

And pelvic swell

It’s lust not love

I’m drinking


Or what

To trot out