To the Memory of Fresh Raspberries Sold at the Market
Nomen Nescio wrote:
> Holly wrote:
>> Through the cellofeign I see your stark plight,
>> A charem of women who have lost their knight.
>>
>> When I open the lid, I feel your distress.
>> You're all ravished and trembling from PTS.
>>
>> What draws me disturbs, I start to salivate.
>> I have no charity for I simply take.
>>
>> Having eaten and put you all out of sight,
>> I'm surprised, I do not feel a bit contrite.
>>
>
> Are you a man or a woman?
Quiet, k0ok.
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