Oliver Ovid
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He gulped.
She stood there with a knife,
and the blade was poised
above the steaming bread.
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She was perched on top of an
eight foot stepladder.
I fumbled with my wooden
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Halfway through the pane of glass,
still making gaslight eyes at Maud
Gonne,
a leer crawled across your face.
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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.
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12/25/2025 3:07:31 PM # 1.0.0
i see you've been talking to yourself......AGAIN! ! !