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John F McCullagh
Poems
Jun 2012
Judge Roy Moore
His lying lips nuzzled her nape
as his hands caressed each breast.
Although the Law might deem it ' ****"
at seduction, he was best.
She turned and gave her lips to him,
a man whose heart was hollow.
Her schoolgirl skirt dropped to the floor
where, shortly, all would follow.
Each pearl button was undone;
her lovely ******* exposed to view.
soon thereafter, deep inside her,
proclaiming love he knew untrue.
Was it pride of first possession
that brought him to this place?
Surely other men had noticed
this nymphs figure and her face.
To pluck a rose before it blooms
is acting out of season
To take love that you cannotΒ Β give
is close akin to treason
A sixteen year old girl who gave Roy an ******* also cost him his election
Written by
John F McCullagh
63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)
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