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Apr 2017
For along time lips I have not kissed
A sensation  I haven't enjoyed
My emotions went a bit haywire
Electricity  was well employed
When lips met  its like cyanide rain
All locked up in imaginative gain
The taste of lips is like commercial  suicide
Take the haw and the ******* take Them for a ride.
I'm not saying the taste is  in the lips
Sure it is .im sure it is
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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