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If Don had toys, they wouldn’t be those ships

In bottles. Toys for him would not be horse
Or soldier, or those game computer chips
Of Counter-Strike. Contentious mind games’ force
Of chess might work for him but only of
The three dimensions kind. No Barbi dolls
(Or Kens)…much later might come games of love,
Much more of lust, through thrust of cock with balls,
Of limerance repeated, endless for
The thrills of soul and pulsing pole. The boys
Produced, unwanted babies, would be poor
Results for him, not good as favorite toys.
He might like taking islands captive, more
For pleasure, young shored females for his score.
~ Phillip Whidden 

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