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Overheard at the café
Across the street from
Thornbush Holy Cemetery:
“… My fantasy is this:
I’d like to kiss Goldenrod
At the Quivering petal-fold
Of Quantiko’s most intimate Kwaf.
Just imagine!
Three sets of lips –
Two tongues and a vertical smile –
Lathering up a NeXuS of common mucous…”
