The Skirt

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The first thing I saw
Was a flying skirt
A skirt in the wind
All my thoughts subvert
The skirt had legs
The skirt was green
I chose a name
Skirt’s name was Jean
The skirt was long and it was short
The skirt was wet, and it was warm
The sun was out, the clouds came in
Inside my core a brewing storm
The skirt... the skirt...
The skirt was deaf, it had gorgeous eyes
The skirt could talk
The skirt breathes dew, and a man, yes... dies

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