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- Path: sparky!uunet!well!moon!cyberden!hologram
- From: hologram@cyberden.sf.ca.us
- Newsgroups: alt.artcom
- Subject: A Fuckn Poem
- Message-ID: <BsgLwB2w165w@cyberden.sf.ca.us>
- Date: Wed, 30 Dec 92 04:05:46 PST
- Reply-To: hologram@cyberden.sf.ca.us
- Organization: Indescribable Creations
- Lines: 28
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- A Fuckn' Poem
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- He gave her a quick wink and left..
- Remembering the nightstand he imagined
- During the final song of her striptease
- A $50 bill peeked from
- Under the china saucer
- She sipped her cognac
- Zipped up his pants wet liquor
- Of her lips sent him out the door
- Dreaming of wealth and how
- He distanced himself, (as if it mattered).
- Dreaming the nightstand and
- The imaginary fucking she gave.
- She pulled them tighter into her
- He slid the dollar bill under
- The catsup bottle wondering
- Did the waittress catch him dreaming?
- She winked.
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- T92
- Roknich
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