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fantasy in staid twilight by John Eivaz |
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imagine these propriety props grey on grey clouds curliques and doilies or greasy fare boisterously taken in oily sacks more tradition chilly places we'd never go get to ah, but feel the heat as you ruffle me here proud flash of proper ruffled knickers bright yellow and nylons shine in the dark under our table politely indicate this a request to examine further exposures known to quell gut-groaning hungers sip tea, darken lips and nibble improper pastry tidbits |
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