Are Simon's boobies tender? Why so mean to the genius hat poet? Anne Sexton just swallowed another cold damp bottle of Thorazine in honour. Oh no, wait, it was the martini-cigarette-car-in-the-garage method! Classy! Simon needs a hysterectomy; he's doing the female race a disservice.
Limited? I think not! And I know poetry, darlings. . .it takes this kind of focus/dementia.
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