you know we've all sinned a lot against scienceso we really ought to be as available as an appleon a boughpleasant thought fresh air free love cross-pollenizationoh oh god how I'd love to dream let alone sleep
Related Authors: Frank O'Hara | Lunch Poems
Related Topics: dreams, science
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