one chap (no churl)
dons skirts of pearl;
tight folds, unfurling,
form a curl;
he twirls, they swirl.
If me, I’d hurl;
but dervish, whirling,
gets the girl.
I exhale only air first inhaled dans la mer , while I drink only water from Perth. Many foods I consume must be grown in Khartoum....
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