I never knew who drilled the hole
one eye it only held.
The perfume of the mind
took hold of more one lonely boy.
If God had breast as full as hers
he never let U.S. know.
They touched each other in such ways
it made me always blind.
Skinny girls and fat ones
short and tall.
Enemies out side but friends inside.
If the boys were all like that
I'm sure our coach would die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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