My Sis's - Poem by James McLain
when lubrication and re entry is on her mind on the rim;
Her anus when it's near, 'Saturn reached was not difficult.
But because I offered mouth to mouth to help each month
my sister pushes the cloud tops back
and her surface comes, 'much nearer to my window
thus it's welcome
and alley of the comet of the lane of H
in her is deeply
and with my effort, it continues, spewing out
it's mass far upon, the yellow sun.
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