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Sep 2012
Love's a loaded craps game, played
by ****** people, lads who dream
a sweet and willing cavalcade
of perfect mates who can't exist
(though in the yahoo's mind they must,
or how would any man get kssed
or be excused the wolfish lust
of ****** people, cads who dream?)
This is just a (necessary) corrective to all the slap-happy sappy drivel everyone keeps churning out in the hyper-inflated Hollywoods of our yearnings and desires. I know, I know -- it seems so REAL at the time.
Lucan
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