Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
08.09.2026
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Passing Over
She was feisty, this nurse and she handed to him
a small handfull of yellow-green pills,
he was pale in the face and his build was too slim
and they had not found all of his ills.
Late that night she was found undercover and nude
they were moving like locusts in clover.
It was great for a while, then this fortunate dude
rolled his eyes up and quickly passed over.
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