Is a vagina a peep hole, out of which a solemn possum bombasts?
Not far from the ass. springs forward, bombs bright in AI?
Gave through, to the night, that the AI was still there?
The possum walks down a power line, heading towards the otter — sea or river–
Amigo the beaver, in praise of the glottal, the sun juice a rainbow, the uvula, a vibratto, the dang clit– a permission, if pleased.
Spam of Human Affection 
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