'Oh Dad'
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James McLain
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'oh dad' with your pink of fingers
with from which whoms udders you drink?
Thy milk 'oh' it runs by each sunny face moved
around the lips embraced.
Milk-thus to me dad, milk to me now!
And thus i look at transfixed clear glass with half full
with the juice in sweat, daisy absorbed so much quickly
each fall that i lick,
swallow with hard around the basin, once completely.
Bu şiiri puanla
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