First ears: I would like two. One either side, I'm not a cubist. Eyes: the same as mine though others have their charm, however dyed and all if spied reveal a soul's design. A nose: but often that's the problem part (there are so many), Lips: both fine and full, to make a smiling face to move my heart. Desire’s every vigilant amid the push and pull. How many of us are consumed, obsessed, with other, secret parts, and private glands and drool at genitalia, butt, or breast? Yet having all the pieces in your hands (and none of them impaired) the real trick? to find that not yet rotten spud to stick.

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