"But the green nuts are falling on my heart."
(a real line of poetry - by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall. From Marguerite Wilkinson's New Voices, 1924.)
Lilith and the fuzzy man contemplate poop
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The man with the fuzzy legs and the equally fuzzy dog wiped a handkerchief
over the deep lines in his forehead, those that seemed to hold up his
thoughts,...
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