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Aug 2016
The day I come home with hands
raw as Sushi
where the tips of my fingers
if I touched
silken sheets
would send pain through
every nerve ending
my woman gets
frisky
and i cannot
even fiddle
my dee
so I replaced
the batteries in her
midnight rider.
wordvango
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wordvango
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