9.3.23


I did a doe read Ididadoe 
                                  phonaesthetics 
whas not to like 
a blueeyed doe
they spoke the same language

believe me he vowed Cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye
                                                                             he recalled tha childhood pledge
never crossed anyone who took him into their confidence 
ixnay on the unsgay 
secret was secret 
                  not secreted like snickering slobber not like some who imagined they suddenlyheld leverage

  but he digressed 


Ididadoe is precious
    
1340,  Sunday,  19  2. 23
356preferred to 1556,  Thursday,  9  3. 23

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