Speak for Yourself, She Said
If I were seventeen and you were forty,
My thoughts would be immoderately naughty.
But you're seventy-four, I'm fifty-one;
We're both too tired to think of having fun.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

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Written on 2022-01-06 at 10:42




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![]() by Uncle Meridian ![]() Latest textslet these bonesFragment [soft] [during meditation] [lunar accolade] |

