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Dec 2015
Once upon a time
he accused me
of finding him marketable,
but I swear,
if I had twelve of him
I'd still keep a dozen.

One for each month of
the year, so when one
wore out
I'd cycle that clout
every other moon.
Corset
Written by
Corset  San Antonio
(San Antonio)   
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