It happened again. I was indecisive. For the poem “The Sounds They Make”, I couldn’t decide. So here are the versions I made.
The sounds of those straight ladies when they realize that their bodies respond to whatever they get When they forget that they're straight When they just can't wait and need to have one perhaps more before they 're done Those sounds form this sonata based on this beautiful drama of their world changing forever Yes, for them it's the beginning of a new chapter Those sounds they make sure are the welcoming introductions of what they're accepting With those sounds, they say goodbye to straight Oh, those sounds are so magnificent, so great!
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