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Dec 2016
he is impotent
in heartache and ****.
is the sum of his reading
and the fault of his breeding
he is undercooked and underfed,
my love is a pig for the bleeding
and dough for the kneading
i have made him so thin that
streetlight shines through.
it is a mockery
Written by
The Widow  Lerwick
(Lerwick)   
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