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Day 2 - Wobble

The first photos were taken
Revealing roughly haired dunes
that self-compressed, formed tunes
that sung "Why have you forsaken me?"
[wobble wobble wobble]

It's bad; worse than a mild berating;
The rear shots the worst of all:
Where fat meet sheets that fall
to form white plains, undulating
[wobble wobble wobble]

I shade the areas of other interest
compressed onto brave web pages.
To show the grotesque stages
from bad to Ok; breasts to chest. Not
[wobble wobble wobble]

And next month folds and creases
may hang a little less. The potential
may emerge. And then, eventually,
When binging almost ceases, so will
[wobble wobble wobble].

- Simon Huggins, 10th February 2003