I just a wrote a poem about my friend’s penis
Austen has a tasty penis
and it glows like the sun on a beautiful summer eve
radiating glory and brightness to all in its sight
As powerful as the strongest hurricane
while as majestic as the lions of the forest
as reserved as (insert simile here)
and as loving as an anarchist commune.
I foresee a future where penis poems are a high art
A glorious future
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high art A glorious future
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