As a child I learned seasons
And was taught some reasons,
By which there is a sequence.
Many a seasons passed through
Along which I too grew
Now i hear not oft the four
Instead another on the floor
And some uproars
Blaming the whores
But why some
Many enjoyed the cum
While raping nature
None thought of future
But only rapture
So at the end ...fracture.
Gone are the sequence
And now the vengeance.
In the race for one
I dont know why
With it come
Always a lot of sighs.
mashoodkk
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