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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...

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