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October 24, 2007

Michele: Poetry In Motion

“I want her.”
“That’s Delores. She’s married.”
“I don’t care. I want to bang her.”
“Like I said….”
“That never stopped me before.”
“Write me a poem.”
“You’re good with poetry shit. I’ll buy her a drink and send a poem with it.”
“Dude, she’s really married.”
“And I’m really horny.”
“Whatever.” He grabbed a napkin, scribbled some words on it and handed it to the bartender. They waited for Delores’s reaction.
“What did you write, anyhow?”
“I want to bang you hard, Delores.
You hair is like fire, your tits are ginormous.”

He smiled and walked out.

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