delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
Upward Sterility - Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
how she loved her bootstraps....
polished 'em every day
she'd snap the buggers at you
no matter that you'd say,
'what the Dickens/I love Marlowe,
you've 'risen' but your soul's on furlough'
or words that rang, conveyed the same
....he left her, tiring of the game
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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