READ MY LIPS A-PAINTED PINK AND MY FINGERS AND MY TOES THAT HERE NEAR MILKS AND HANDLED O's BETTERMENT BETTERS AS I LINK WITH THE GURL I ZYGOTED IN PRINCIPIO

 SomeWhere out There a woman wants to see me p sittingly,

and None Here so appears, but the humanoid in brassiere

LOOKS in TheLookingGlass, not darkly, not partly EitherWay

a man leftover no more brother no more bother AND so Grand

looks the Part of Hair ahead and below that grows Woman'd

and it shows.

SomeWhere in here, I the sissy I the queer feel but glow

that I grow Woman'd and it shows. . .

READ MY LIPS A-PAINTED PINK

AND MY FINGERS AND MY TOES

THAT HERE NEAR MILKS AND HANDLED O's

BETTERMENT BETTERS AS I LINK

WITH THE GURL I ZYGOTED IN PRINCIPIO

LEAVING BEHIND

THE KIND UNKIND, MALE-JAIL Y'KNOW!!!!!

This woman in me SEE THAT now but'll p 

sissy, YES beautifully.

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