Queer?
... did you call me queer?Know dear... it was a beer,
Corona starburst but first,
I offer to replace the fear.
Peer to peer is a reed indeed
And the typo said sew seeds...
Pass the DoSee on the left and slide
Past in the mist is the midnight glide
Playing with the Piper, is a mighty
Write wise.
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