Old 'Gay' - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Leaving no trace.
Perfect fits and jobs.
Consideration for all.
None in this list in fact exist.
Nor does making no mistakes.
'We know so much, '
a sage of old used to say,
'but nobody knows why
when we're gay.'
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