Love Is Her 'Bull' - Poem by James McLain
Form is 'Terra' thus hard beginnings;
with this young person big boy hers is the bull fat
giving him a hard draft but another glass other shared
decides to give him special a \ ' feast \ ' like it/she calls.
It makes it turn on all the 'fours; S love is her 'Bull',
and to milk its finger tendrils her' with lt' S interior of its moon \ ' massage of its walrus \ ';
with its finger just' with this makes' it blows like a cow
everywhere the table of draft.
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