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May 2018
Inked-up
poets come.
Finish inside me.
Swim in me.
Taste me. From
7 to eleven
slurp me
in the convenience store
where some
wrestle to buy
this or that
I remain
gift wrapped
waiting

for your
good stuff.
I"m humbled by all the attention.  Thank you all.
bob
Written by
bob  California
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