she had orphic eyes,
great big mystery pies,
she had a thought to the right,
that filled her with fright,
she had groovy toes,
for sand, i suppose,
and a pretty purple vibe
swirling just for show
she laughed in a twinkling note
a note that floats and floats
she ran into a wood
she really thought she should
in the dirt the sand rose
just for those toes
and the colour from her vibe
was jumbled up inside
she had a stupid grin
over teeth her lips spread thin
her hips jutted forth
with a primal naked force
and all the while the woods
shook her as hard as it could
the grin turned to an O
as through the forest she goes.
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