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THIS POEM IS OFF DA HEAD, NO THINKING, JUST RYTHMIC. |
| SPRING, THE TIME WHEN LIFE PROCEEDS, THE PROCEEDING OF LIFE AND WONDERS OF THE NATURE THAT MOTHERS ME. THAT MOTHERS YOU. THAT MOTHERS US. THE SMELL OF SEX POLLINATES THE ATMOSPHERE. THE SOUND OF SMILES SHOW SIGNS OF BLISS. MY LOVE FOR EARTH IS LIFE FOR SPRING. THE PROCEEDING OF LIFE AND WONDERS OF THE NATURE THAT MOTHERS YOU. THAT MOTHERS ME. THAT MOTHERS US. |