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Jun 2022
like socks –
mismatched
trading them as stocks

He collects women
like cards –
in diamonds and hearts
shuffling them apart
turning them to lard
till he grows hard

He collects women
like stamps –
thumbnails that are tramps
sticking them to his sheets
by pounding city streets

He collects women
like coins –
shiny tender
after an all-night ******
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Justin S Wampler
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