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HATTIE (Ode) by Nicholas Monson

O, dearest lady, You curvaceous beast! Thou, whom Nature has adorned With spills of flesh, Forgive me, I, who once did mock Your ocean thighs, Your porpoise arms And wind-swelled cheeks Your rubber dingy breasts! Forgive me, For I did not dream I'd on you float Or in you Sink and drown.

Limness 5-Dec-02/7:19 AM
great metaphors. ironically, i feel the affection and cautious lack of attractions. well-crafted, sir.




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