Grown up, now, yet muse: need I drop
This thrill of concealment
Sweaty possess?
Whilst holding down, for cackling
Hyena's. Yes!
Dear girl-chum, of that age now, in
Your woman to man's look
Pleasant esteemed...
Surprise! Box of chocs - half eat!
Ring - a fake, deemed!
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