How Do Axilla And Axilla Ii Differ?
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Title: Axilla (aks-ih-luh) is understood by most phans as the armpit and its odor. Most commonly, the word is defined as the cavity beneath the junction of the arm and shoulder. Depending on which dictionary you use, it may also refer to any such juncture (e.g. the back of knee or under the scrotum), to the perspiration which collects there, or to the odor such perspiration creates. Watson Nnichols reported (7/11/98 on rmp) that one dictionary definition, perhaps identifying particular body part which emits the odor, also suggests a more phan-related meaning: "axillary buds."
I and II:
AXILLA (I) I dropped the buzzard in the sand and trudged off slowly toward the town, I needed dinner and a place where I could throw my weight around, I detected faint axilla scent that put me off my appetite, But mouflon warring where I went renewed in me a need to fight, Then reveling in mirror mask I soon was lost in foggy ditch, Without a feather gray or white to tickle that piano witch, Fearing that I must expose my worm to holographic haze, My Clinometer error rose and spawned in her new mawkish ways, I woke the witch with reverence reserved for serpents, snails, and slugs, I pulled the witch from out the ditch and turned to face the furry thugs, The sheep they smiled with teeth agleam, The weapons in their hooves revolved I detected a prostatic ream, I gulped and felt my loins dissolve!!!!!!!!! AXILLA II Summer sitting out by the pool A ray of sunshine getting in my way Close your eyes and wish that it were cool Everyday And I wish it could be back the other way But what's dissolved ain't coming back today Close your eyes and wish that it were Close your eyes and wish that it were Never understood what my body was for That's why I always leave it layin out on the floor The shape a curiosity Where different faces fit before And tracing my image in the sand To pass the time from slip to fall The line I trace begins to weave A tangled web from wall to wall
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