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Feb 2017
As I meander over this stage,
I see older women who turn the page,
They seem to hunt down more heels,
Luring in them in with their melons of steel,
Big bazoomas,  strong derrieres,
But, they don't have much luck, it appears,
I wonder  what they're hoping for,
Those widow spider predators.......
Melons of steel, melons of steel,
Let me know when you catch your eels!
Feedback welcome.
Written by
Julie Grenness  Australia
(Australia)   
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