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Mid *** shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today; And indiscreet along the street she gives her pride away To any guy who’s passing by with cash and time to pay. In concert halls, beyond the sprawls 'round shabby cabarets, Unjaded thoughts of Camelot imbue divine ballets.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
The Harlot
Mid *** shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today; And indiscreet along the street she gives her pride away To any guy who’s passing by with cash and time to pay. In concert halls, beyond the sprawls 'round shabby cabarets, Unjaded thoughts of Camelot imbue divine ballets.
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
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