Poor Pure Little Primapera Soul Groans pitifully In tertiary labor. At 3:00 A.M. her white loins parted to Admit the potent Thrust of evil Thought. At 5:00 The neonate Dream, rubbery slick, And squealing, Squalls and wails Cantankerously In my virgin bed, Its Mother, Dead. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 01:59 PM PST, Carole Dudley 0 • 18 • 1
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"Poor Pure Little..."
Author:Carole Dudley
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"Poor Pure Little..." by Carole Dudley
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