Monday, 3 August 2009

a fifty-first assart


Farmers on acid farmers on oldfashioned fours.
They can hardly be good king henry.
In the long grass his heart
shaped head is wide spread.
Half of england ride in anglias.
On the roadside your downy hips above you
so undaisylike your ladylove
my pale mauve lip follows a wet spring.
I'm a man orchid
in kent I turned
back again to make my lip look round.
5 new guys want to hang out
spreading white male cum locally.
The anglias in the compound.

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