Is It Poetry - incest

There is my fine daughter and wet only their,
her father it is from the sister, it is each one each sibling
of it,
is right their with the brother being milked as well.
There is here and here and here aunt and uncle,
husband and wife, stay/lay where, inbetween?
Although at that present pace, we can be certain the
importance of which passed inside two bodies,
And 'mom' i got too know now, 'which is which”.

Is It Poetry

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