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Who the fuck Do U think U R ?
Cyberspace visitor to my space?
Moonshine, moonshine, take me away
Pixel roses and whiskey and cream.
Who do you think U R ?
I've never even met U before,
You'll never knock at my door,
I doubt we'll fuck until dawn
Nor go out dancing any day now
Not even for the shortest day.
Don't even think about it.



The Longest Day
(A South African Coloured Women's Sonnet -)

The time you made love - I prefer it to Fucked -
All weekend, yes I know, so everyone does.
But do they really? Yeah, who cares what they think,
The Fifth Estate is Coked Out, or they drink.
Anyways, that time, that one , you remember,
It was the best day of my life: I was
Your Sun, you were my Moon, or whatever,
You were my May, I was So December,
You felt so good, deep inside, I remember.
I was your sun and you grooved in my light.
You worshipped, we connected and felt right.
I mooned out ; whats more , you mooned your Dad,
Oh yeah, I felt so good to be a part
Of the act that was "an arrow in his heart"

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