I love to see me, mammary; too less-true I love the be-littler critter at lower altitude, O Soft waft, hardly seen so
I love to see me, mammary; too less-true I love the be-littler
critter at lower altitude, O Soft waft, hardly seen so
'tween. I love inwardly outwardly the Girls and gurl
a-growing showing on once-boy now-buoyed. Embody!
Damn! The frightened men'd STRUT who now'n again cut
or de-nut or for a phun dead-i-fy a trannie with
stiff Glockgun do sport, Sport, OF the-Club clubs for man hood,
TheBatOfBaseballs which&who beats Belles black&blue
such that I, this-androgny-me, shunning leftovers, masculinities,
get behaved as praytell PunishmentPapa pummels paddling
the Queer he reared, disobediently dressing kin, Kid,
dressily pantily and brafully-- teaches'm lesson--
don't it? . . .'bout them bras on boobs dudes'
construed like me, we Total Sissies!
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