POEM 2U LuvTru: In the Hunter Camp, Bivouac Make I with FancyNancyFatherFrancis ;-)... We Talk of Fluffy Flowers, Wildflowers, RosesWildOfPrairieWeDoGrow/Know...

 O
M'WombedWellSheHero! Know, Grow=>
FrancisFatherThyFatherCampContinously-- We've
a bivouc nothing lacks where Mississip mixt a sex
into my BelleRiviere (Count Lasalle here said 1670 @ Falls) Ohio...

FH then times Us2 talk of U and All the Earthquakes WombOfWorld's Weal
we trembling feel when ilk of You HuntersHunting, LonelyLoveLookers are
We (and Ye) seeking dusk to dawn upon the GiversRivers... U...

Naught else will ever by alt endeavor do for Fathers and FancyNancy?Botherers?
(Darwin and Freud agreeing in Being, at Podium WashU they construe
the Sex of IT connects the estrus-wit Bliss to a Meaning Bodies) Breeding is TheVitalMeaningStreaming

<?ain't IT Nancy my only Fancy?> Colours colored on the a-painting palatte confluence trance
blend ending Brown [Blakt, Believers bodily say Hip Hip Hooray I say ;-)]

Fire! Fire! High'rn Higher parley Me'n Francis; yet when the fire finale comes
Francis & Lynn(WomanWithin) joke grin that without and in Darwin&Freud life.transcend

and all.us enjoyed SuccessThatBegets. Breeding Evolutionary a Meaning
connects by sex OurHunterHullabaloo, as Nancy U and I'll never die
a KillingFrostLoss: here's Biology to ever free the likes of U/Me ;-)

of Frost and Fire, compersion'd love from me to WonderWomb-an Ye <3


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