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Aug 2013
she plants her lipstick
on my cheek
or forehead daily;

her stamp,
she says

leaving her puckered claim,
she says

in case some young *****
with game
throws a slow hanging curve ball
over my plate

and I'm tempted to hit it
like a-rod,
hgh and all,
up and over the outfield wall

then slide into home base
later

like it's batting practice
or

a double-header...

~ P (Pablo)
(8/7/2013)
James G Paul Sr aka Pablo
Written by
James G Paul Sr aka Pablo  USA
(USA)   
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   Nicole Pierson
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