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Ah, zephyrous day! How I yearn to copulate
With the breeze,
To have it spread my flossy seed across
These fallow lands.
It's not so easy of late to summon
The lusty courage to culminate;
The onanistic urge
Occurs less frequently
As age devours the heartwood core,
Last bastion of one's youthfulness,
And termite-riddled uselessness
Pervades and butchers from inside.