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oh yes, Mr. Shaun, the bible was not written in english
but in aramaic, hebrew and greek
now, let your big brother go,
get him a free fish
and ask him
why go for danger?
when the truth is
these unicorns are day dreamers
going crazy about the daisy
asking for compatibility
wishing to hear the sound of my innocence
see me? this soft and sensual mouth
coated with chocolate
taste, but go beyond what you can see
there are hugs and kisses
spare me, because i am your best friend.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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