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Sep 2014
Two male fashion models with competition in the walk
The fiery of words in their talk
Fierce eyes in anger of look
However sharing rivalry of two in what it took
The two male models pushed and shoved
They both were thinking they were America’s male models there of
But when they were backstage
The male models let loose in their rage
The male model punched the other in the face
You saw blood pouring down in the trace
This was definitely a rivalry stunt
Let’s face it, the male models certainly were not blunt
Yet fashion is fashion
The runway being a model’s walk
Yet there is wonder in watch your step as it could be a stalk.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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