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Dec 2013
You know you're hot
I mean you're smokin'
There ain't nothing you not got
While I'm sitting here tokin.
While I'm on this trip
You've got the nicest eyes,
But the greatest hips.
Man girl, do you even try?
I can[t wait till you dance
So I can come join you
Your perfect beauty put me in a trance
While my heart you slew
But wen I come off this journey
All I've said is BS; baloney
An anti sonnet, like William Shakespeare's Sonnet 130
Nathaniel R Horn
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Nathaniel R Horn  Indianapolis
(Indianapolis)   
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