Albert Schweitzer, Jr.

Spotted, spotted, in her bed,
She frightened me. I fear
Disease. I told her that I had
To go. She snarled, “I have
Poison ivy. You are being
Rash.”



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Written on 2011-09-22 at 14:21

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