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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