Poor Fellows

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    to make love to eacher in peace.

    Everyone pries under your ss,

    everyone interferes h your loving.

    terrible t a man and a woman,

    wer muc,

    all sorts of compunctions,

    do something unique,

    ther in one bed.

    I ask myself wive,

    or sneeze as they please.

    o eac illegitimate frogs,

    or the joys of amphibious living.

    I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,

    or bulls gossip  in public h cows.

    Even their police.

    els spy on ts,

    windows name names,

    canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.

    All tly,

    till a man and his girl

    o raise their climax,

    full tilt,

    on a bicycle.