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I hate the cold weather
For an obvious reason.
It's a terrible time
This change of season
When you've got big boobs
And you get cold
Things stick out
Or so I am told.
Men tend to gawk.
Children always laugh.
I have to stop wearing sweaters
Or suffer stares from my staff.
It's why I prefer chickens.
They never laugh or try to feel
These gigantic towers of strength
Or my chilled nipples of steel.
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A collection of micro-fiction by 72 writers, from 27 countries, compiled by Jenni Doherty, published by Guildhall Press with support from the Arts Council of Northern Ireland.
