We went a-Maying one day in June,
forging forth into meadows with machetes
as the wildflowers surged to our hips, waists,
shoulders - tits in your case - and in over
our heads. We've left quite a bouquet
strewn in our wake, but nothing
to show for it yet. Maybe
we should turn, go back now
before we forget.
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