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May 2014
A flasher opens
his trench coat,
the ladies laugh
out loud,
HOW SMALL IS THAT
Is it that  COLD
the ladies are
heard shouting
out, the flasher
embarrassed sulks
away, with his belittled
ego and his tiny
mushroom under
his rain coat, never
was he seen again.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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