by Lawrence Ferlenghetti
"Happy he
who held those breasts
apples of bliss
blissfully hanging
once upon a time
Now she of the broken bust
stumbles across the street
looking for butts
Old bag of blood
with a history to tell
of where all that blood came from
coursing through generations of generations
all those swimming unsinkable genes
in veins and arteries of the world
sailing through rife humanity
through that beat body
A walking gene pool
teeming tide pool born of oceans
Mother of us all"
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