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That I Shoot You You My Dear
Robert Hawkins
Huntimg season.
Like it really ever end's.
What I can't by on pork ribs.
What the hell beef rib's will do.
No doubt,,,, scrawny English little tit ass.
Fat for my firezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Pure-de-English-fatfo-de-fire,,, umm .
Iss uh wishin jes no dat.
If-i,un was right now tween your legs.
Trust me babe one-us-dang-shore-nough,.,, have a smile.
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bobby
note; babe catch your breathe.
I know you love me,,,,Bobby down in Tejas.
Babe?
Your clit is drooling.
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PS
D,bitch.
love you to,, bobbyamned if I didn't shiver your timbers,,,, didn't I ??
What can I say?
Remember the Alamo!
Beside,, um baw babe.
Yoeee-is-dat tejeno cream.
In-da jeans,, but you needs a panty sheild.
Emily Reeve percieves?
Fuck them,, all Yankees to me.
I'm Emily Reeve,, what?
You going to come to Alaska?
Whop-mu-ass?
Good luck finding Emiy Reeve?
Damn creep,, I live in New Zealand,,, might be New York,,, Houston??
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emily reeve,, aka,,okay,,,okay,,,(shut-u-for-a-sec.)
Well,, what happen was. That Bobby csme around.
Sniffen,, like those white boys do.
This one hes'a nodes de good.
Dis white boad domes gots me.
Oh,,, jeeze,, the lawd is comind.
White boasd slappin me de face.
Screaming?
Hey babe!
Have to get your attention!
As one of those most, Femineine my dear.
Undoubtely.
My dear,, feminine reader.
Damn if I didn't nail you again.
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note; what can I say?
I'm Emily Reeve,,, and you are not much more than a pimple.
On my ass.
Emily Reeve .09
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: