<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584092" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Women Who Begin With Letter S</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never published majorly, <br>But far beneath the sea, while I <br>Wake up on Tuesday after a holiday, <br>Holding my breath as a school of <br>Fish waits at the bus-: stop underfoot from<br>The lion, <br>I am surprised that I have arms and<br>Hands extended, <br>And a history brief and not well planned, <br>But sure, <br>And there are women who oppose my sex, <br>Who I am supposed to fit into, <br>Marry, love, support and reproduce into, <br>To eventually drift away every night<br>Our togetherness of the coital bed only<br>Highlighting how different planets we are, <br>But now I should move my fingers <br>And swim upward, <br>For there are bills and car insurance, <br>And naked speckled swimming in the shadows, <br>Their legs good enough to compete in<br>The Olympics, <br>For, you see, I created them. One of them <br>I named Lynn, all the others start with the <br>Letter S, and one day they might see the light<br>Of day, <br>So when the general populace wakes up <br>Sporadically, swimming into mass produced <br>Consciousness, they might see my women too, <br>And swim up into the belt of sun where<br>Green things grow, and notice how the sorority <br>Of freckled navels indent like flirting come-ons, <br>Like the bosom of fruit still clinging to its tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=584092" data-title="Women Who Begin With Letter S de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Never published majorly, But far beneath the sea, while I Wake up on Tuesday after a holiday, Holding my breath as a school of Fish waits at the bus-: stop underfoot from The lion, I am surprised that I have arms and Hands extended, And a hi..."></div> </div> </div>

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