All these longshoremen of the heart can go fuck O water water aching blue and bright Get that little scubagirl up to the light-- Prayers are ashes when heaven is wet: 5 O lonely little scubagirl, fly up to my net! My heart is full of candy roses, My hand's a daisy patch; I bless all runny noses 'cuz I hope one blessing hers will catch. 10 O little aqua lycra scubagirl You swim in my adriatic heart's red swirl.
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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