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I never seam able

I never seam able

When sat at the table

To voice what I know I need

I want to be gay

Never lead astray

Yet my voice is never readied

To walk out of the closet

Unlike you dear abbot

Would sow an important seed

For then I could start

To practise my art

And then be happy indeed


There once was a man named Derek

Who dreamed of a being cleric

found he was gay

Threw his dreams away

And now loves the man named Erik

late night inspiration and a bit of fiddling lead to these 'creations'


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