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Sep 2011
Impetuously copacetic,
as a zephyr to the soul,
with chills she'll send,
feels good till end,
but soon you're left there cold.
Rickie Louis
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Rickie Louis  38/M/Milkyway
(38/M/Milkyway)   
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