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Oliver (Free verse) by Stephen Robins Who will buy this beautiful morning?
Such a sky you never did see,
I've scratched my balls, finished yawning,
And my erection's like an oak tree.
My straining chief serves as a warning,
To my heartfelt shouted plea:
Who will tie it up with a ribbon
And put it in a box for me?
Up the ladder:
A Perverted Poet's Confession.
Down the ladder:
Vain Moment
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Posted: March 22, 2007 9:02 AM PDT; Last modified: March 22, 2007 9:02 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.089402 Overall Rank: 6357 Comments:
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Ranger @ 81.103.124.179
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22-Mar-07/1:35 PM
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This is a work of sheer beauty, I intend to print it out and plaster it above my bed so that every morning I am reminded of the wond'rousness of life.
If it were not for your straining chief, Oliver, this could move erotically into a second verse of laughingly intense intimacy.
Self wrapping is easiest, less costly if you can grasp the ribbon with one hand and teeth...
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