The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal
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I am so jealous that you thought of that first.
I always wanted some sort of identifiable foot note to all of my internet gibberings, and "xoxo" is sooo five minutes ago.
Is that the poem by Douglas Adams' roommate in college?
For some reason the first male variation of harlot that comes to mind is "mongoose."
So I'm gonna go with it.