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Culture, art, literature, movies, book reviews, cricket, mental health, coffee and coffee houses, astronomy, and anything else in the world not related to sex. |
It's poetry, collage art, pornographic images, and a treatise on the mystery of the perfect sexual experience
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I wandered in the forest that went behind the world
Miserable and wicked Clutching my hair cut hands Wandering terribly An escaped enchantress A miserable and wicked woman Fallen from the window Fallen from the bride In the forest that went behind the world I looked for the the descending door of despair I am old I dared love charming braids But the climb Her singing Was my dearest joy My kingdom My open window Write a poem using the words in the cloud. If you need additional ones, that's cool. Then post it in the comments. Something great went yawning
Just in time for the tea party I’ll interrupt the mad tea-things in the garden With something personal, Some daring yawning It went well around the little table I pinched every reply The Treacle went murdering The Hare shook the table The Hatter spoke of wine and butter It is dreadfully a beginning And a grand uncomfortable remark. |
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