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Oct 2014
Folly ma'm flings a blast: dress down gown
in bright red wrinkled laugh; she walks down,
hands on twist, scheduled swing
(time's a thorn, **** ticking...
to hell that!)
Rock's turned on old downtown!
A first attempt on limerick... Not an easy exercise!
chimaera
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