The crisscross paths of Lovers New and Old,
Each ripe with fodder Faggot Fathers pen,
Will fail to fill the Forthcome’s mighty Mold
As jokers’ genuflection maggots men.
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I’m Forty Four, and fuck’t, for seedless sewn,
While Mother Mary mollycoddles me,
I have no confirmation of my own
To steady ships a-listing storm tossed seas.
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Can Cancer’d Cranium be Compass …
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