Monja Qui Poems

What’s that thing you do?
Oh yeah, it’s “Woo”!
A kind of voodoo
That makes me ooze
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This creamy bomb resides in Arlington
Luvs spkg in verse—intends every pon

Luvs riding a skirt, digs being a flirt
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FALL is upon me...I feel it coming
I run to her touch to retreat from the sunning
That I've involuntarily been doing
I love the SUMMERS sun, but his hugs are spewing
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