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Mar 2012
A senior takes of his clothes like a *****

Committing himself to the shower, smiles

Offering me a bouquet of suds

I become the player of a flute

He moans enjoying the water music

I come up every few minutes for air

His soap cleans my mouth
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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