The HaPenis Blooms

Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the tree that always has fresh flowers.
Don’t stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.

You’ll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.
And with your soul always green, you’ll grow into a tall tree
Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior.

When is the last time you bought a bouquet of flowers for your penis?

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