Gobbling glowing glops of
gnarly, hardy, firey flies
buzzing busy in your eyes.
You're turning twists and twicking
my (heart)eyes. Time flies, but 'bye'
arrives a little past "too soon".
I snarf sharp sharking
tounges, lungs and blowing guns
stopping flopping of such
biting, beating boys.
Girls hurling frills and pearls,
destroying ploys of getting
close to you. (Won't happen.)
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