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Oct 2015
Like pokies they stuck always out, never afraid
To show that they were here to stay for all to see.

A tattoo of a bow caressed her cleavage, the tattooist
Even though not meaning rubbed pokies to much.

Ending with a happy customer, a damp seat and a wet floor.
Just being rude :)
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
     Poetic T and mickey finn
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