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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:08 am
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A twist of the head,
<br />and the worm is turned
<br />in your direction.
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<br />A lesson learned
<br />amidst the smoke,
<br />and the stale smell of lager.
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<br />Netted legs,
<br />and vials of love for sale.
<br />Play them all in rich harmony.
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<br />Satin shoulders
<br />begs your touch in E,
<br />and the tears begin to well.
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<br />The foreign grinner
<br />laughs up his puke,
<br />as his bottle demands equal time.
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<br />Satin shoulders
<br />looks to your fingers
<br />for wisdom and truth.
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<br />The foreigner slaps her behind,
<br />and trollies off...
<br />with her in tow.
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<br />Over her satin shoulders,
<br />she looks back...
<br />as you make the change.
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