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Jul 2015
The first time I saw you,
Standing up on stage,
Your gentle protruderence beckoned,
I yearned for your girth.
Standing alongside one Michael Cassio.
A Florentine.
My eyes could not escape.
I disregarded my A1 in English,
All I wanted was the D.
Poem about an unnamed performance of "Othello" at an undisclosed time
Michael Cassio
Written by
Michael Cassio  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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