You Must Had Done It, But... Poem by Daffodil Decarie

You Must Had Done It, But...



You will never know, what
You will see inside of me.
I'll give you a sample- like, two
Papal palatine coated, their
Paltry prerogative, & queered
Bishopric insight. I spit, reagin.

And you will never know-
How artificialities change
Histologic issues. Backwash
Races, endangered species, like
Mastodon stout Wife deflower
Man. And mary cuckold Adam.

You must had done it, concealed it, too.
(no-one took ownership of this one.)

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