Oliver Ovid

Oliver Ovid Poems

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I smeared it all
over my

genitals and
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Mark 'A' for rhyme as hearing
into something you

can read
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He gulped.
She stood there with a knife,
and the blade was poised
above the steaming bread.
...

She was perched on top of an
eight foot stepladder.

I fumbled with my wooden
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Oliver Ovid Biography

I write poems that will grab you by the collar and then toss you to the ground. Sorry about that.

The Best Poem Of Oliver Ovid

Mud

I smeared it all
over my

genitals and
laughed like a

prepubescent
clown in heat

and the mud
warmed me.

Oliver Ovid Comments

Bri Edwards 19 October 2018

i see you've been talking to yourself......AGAIN! ! !

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Oliver Ovid 24 February 2018

Oh, I forgot. And dirty.

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Oliver Ovid 16 November 2016

God, you're grimy. And sexy.

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