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DEAR DIARY (Mother Nature)
I should have seen this coming – oh the guilt!
I nurtured each of evolution’s steps.
But now I beat my breast – the milk is spilt!
Till this Great Age shall close, I am regret!
I see it now; without the animal
no cerebral extension manifests.
But male potency hears just one call:
the one that I, upon the fool, impressed!
I thought I might slip w...
Saturday 26th October 2013 1:10 pm
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