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in my soul she dances on,
tuned to a polka her feet,
swish of expensive velvet
big teeth white and neat
dance band chords echo
wind and brass combine
but can't erase the stink
of spilt burnt turpentine
smoke up my nostrils
provoked by her deeds
loung lizards basking
careless of my needs
tunes one after another
standards she'd adored
at her f...
Saturday 5th June 2021 11:18 am
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