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Jan 6
Window cleaner
Cleaned many
a pane,
What I’ve seen
Would put
Babe station
to shame.
People having
A meal for two,
Up on me ladder
I had a perfect view.
Through peoples
Windows I had
To clean,
Eye sore
carnal pleasure,
Do you know
What I mean,
Me ladders
A treasure.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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