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Interjaculate Conception
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
If you were any normal angel, you
Would fall in love with any pretty girl
Or with a handsome boy (unless he’s blue
Of course). A single blonde or reddish curl
Would rush angelic blood to angel crotch
And raise it up and swell it out because
Of sexy angel chemicals and notch
Winged central tool to hardness. Angel laws
Would heft desire since angel hormones would
Surge harshly through his arteries and veins
And turn the tool as hard as shittim wood.
He’d shoot his sperm in heaven spangling stains.
The humans would look up and see quick stars
Flash blue and leave their virgin hearts with scars.
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