Labored language

On the last day of June

Handed on a golden spoon:

Are you brothers or are you lovers?

Are you fuckers or are you friends?

 

In theory, ideally

Everything you want to be

Once or twice his size

 

The light comes through the curtains,

Luckily the world stays out

12-04-2008

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