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Then I Forninambulate profoundly profussy-ly slide aside by Steve Wakeling
Robert Hawkins
That I discuss.
In you that I trust.
Smell of your musk.
Passport please.
Steve Wakeling going South.
Touch of your thigh.
Smell,, drawn inside.
Humidity jungle heat.
Fornlapindetomy.
Damn the flow!
Full speed mighty vessel Steve.
Full flank tongue egress.
No clitorus excapes.
No prisoner.
Whip-it,, whip-it again.
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bobby
note; Steve Wakeling came down to Texas.
In his place?
Alot of prisoners found.
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: