blurb for this poem: "ms. malone...as of late is on fire. it's like she's queefing out poem after poem. it's like someone working in the queef factory inside of her took off of work early and left the queef lever on MAX QUEEF...her frank rhythms are imbued with a subtle melancholy...like she put some flowers and some skoal and william shatner into her vagina and queefed out a mournful whisper of a queef, like a queefing vagina stuffed with some random shit."
--guy from the new school creative writing program
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blurb for this poem: "ms. malone...as of late is on fire. it's like she's queefing out poem after poem. it's like someone working in the queef factory inside of her took off of work early and left the queef lever on MAX QUEEF...her frank rhythms are imbued with a subtle melancholy...like she put some flowers and some skoal and william shatner into her vagina and queefed out a mournful whisper of a queef, like a queefing vagina stuffed with some random shit."
--guy from the new school creative writing program
that is so wierd..except my cheese is gouda
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