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Jul 2016
Boy, you got meΒ Β .-- .. .-. . -..
When you tap that ... .... .. - / --- ..- -
Inward eyes slip through ... .--. .- -.-. . / - .. -- .
All my whole body --.- ..- .- -.- . ...
in sympathy with 19th century dirt - .- .-.. -.-
Never made that sound before, - .... .- - / .--. ..- .-.. ... .
those tonal caresses carrying your neutrons .. -. - --- / -- .
Next door hear your proxy urges, .--. .-. . --. -. .- -. - / .--. .- ..- ... .
As you send a final surging stroke down .--. --- .-- . .-. / .-.. .. -. . ...
& leave my ticker twitching,

Oh Samuel,
I can't wait
for phones
Written by
The Widow  Lerwick
(Lerwick)   
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