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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Sun Mar 01, 2009 10:52 am
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Seemed bright enough as
<br />nothing but the stare
<br />of the same old sun
<br />shone off the windshield
<br />of her vintage pink Cadillac
<br />which she skillfully parked
<br />next to his Crown 'Vicky
<br />that up unto that time had
<br />commanded the attention of the
<br />babes that told behind bank counters
<br />of the wavy fair-haired guy in the parking lot
<br />with the '56 Crown 'Vicky
<br />that could open them faster than the pop-top
<br />of a beer in the hands of an in-port sailor
<br />and whose eyes were constantly
<br />running their nylons and unfastening
<br />their bra hooks while at the same time
<br />laying for the old dame in the vintage Cadillac
<br />who did better than most with Mary Kay
<br />and placed the majority of her profits
<br />on her own face and body which was
<br />exactly what the guy in the parking lot was admiring
<br />at this moment when the door of the pink Cadillac
<br />opened and those slim old legs swung out
<br />with just a tinge of thigh as a freebie to the fellow
<br />in the Crown 'Vicky who decided he'd seen all he could
<br />stand for one day and made his way over to the old dame
<br />and said ".......................".
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