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By Bill Knott
I woke to find a foursome
of sex lying atop me
as if I were a bed
on which they blended.
One was a dream
none has unless
it came as two to them—
but is it true?
Three, four:
please vomit over
the edge of the cliff,
not on it, I pleaded.
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