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Mar 2010
She asked me
would you like a sample?

I didn’t
I told her
no

thanks.

As I walked
away she asked
why not?

I told her
I don’t
want to smell like
date
****

she laughed
and sprayed me
in
the
******* face.

I’ll smell
like an *******
for the rest of the day

But she will still
work at a *******
perfume
counter
June 2009
Written by
John Stone
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