Ripe Mulberries Poem by Clark Ashton Smith

Ripe Mulberries



Under the spreading mulberry tree
When the purple fruit was falling free,
I got horny and had some nooky
With my hot cooky
And she had some with me.

God damn! the cleaner's bill!

Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: purple,tree
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