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Fruit

  • Writer: Luke12Poetry
    Luke12Poetry
  • Jun 10, 2020
  • 1 min read

I rub my wrists, being a male lemur,

to produce aldehydes that smell of fruit

they attract mates. I must be a dreamer!

I rub my wrists, being a male lemur,

the smell was designed by the redeemer

He devised bespoke aromas to suit

I rub my wrists, being a male lemur,

to produce aldehydes that smell of fruit

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