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Cockerel, poem by Pat Smith Ranzoni
young man you must not think of me in fertile terms except as we both love languages for love must not think of me as the riper chick to favor for your volcanic quakes I’m a plump old biddy foolish for a cock spouting his best doodle-doo come when you’d like I’d applaud … Continue reading