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Apr 23
With war painted eyes
weapons between thighs
in Boston's combat zone
tempting men all alone
smell the pungent bait
pay the fee never wait
you always want it pure
no promise nothing sure
no heartache to endure
kiss a wife at the door.
Boston's Red Light District
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  75/M/Charlotte, NC
(75/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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