Francie Lynch Poems
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The Lads Are Streaming Porn
Are streaming porn.
Don't be too quick
To understand my monologue
Know Sears stopped publishing
Of women in their undies.
No longer shoots
I don't claim it's right,
But boys are boys,
Night follows night.
Between autumn's offerings and spring's wings
Our winter lights are everything.
Crisp sky nights string tinsel streams, and
Crystal air heils winter's dreams.
Poplar trees that snowed in summer,
Are treasures held in winter's slumber.
Bare branches reach in silhouette,
For crowning stars where none now sit.