The bright sun
is snowing down
into the laundress
of an enigma
a dirty whore
milks a book
upon a laptop
beavertail
a negress of Veneto
is rescued
from a foolish violent man
by a choir of hippy ladies
a dirty whore's book has lovely
sun-like nipples that are cooled
in a moon of snow like an ass
a snow ass
called dirty whore
sticks up in Saint Mark's square,
magical ass of many flaky paths
through life,
all is flaky, this shaky-jake
flaky baked nightmare is
gorgeous like a dirty whore
nobody should have besmirched her!
Asshole of Veneto, We hippy ladies
spit on you, and sing sort of corny songs
of freedom or whatever.
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