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| There are naked people over there. Boobies. Wangs. Promise. |
Today I wrote this letter in my head:
“Dear Naked People near us on the
creek,
First off, please know I do not want
you dead,
nor do I wish you were a bit more meek.
“In fact, I've no complaints of your
physique:
of all your dangling bits you should be
proud.
There's just one change in action that
I'd seek:
I'd like you not to be so freaking
loud.
“I do not want you silent, head
shame-bowed.
It's just that we were in this spot before you
and you're a young, inebriated crowd:
it's quite a task to ask us to ignore
you.”
And sure enough they finally went away
about the time we too left for the day.
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