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Jun 10 13, 08:34
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If you aw-fully impress the girls ‘cause your chest-hair has ringlets and curls I’d suggest that you shave it all off just to save eyes from buttons your vest often hurls.
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Jun 10 13, 09:26
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I's got buttons your vest often hurls at those mighty strange creatures called gurlz all peaked in a sweater what don't know no better who - goddamn it - put swine before purlz
Alan
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Jun 10 13, 10:17
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If you're feeding fine pearls to your swine I must wonder on what you would dine: do you drink silverade that is served by a maid who's decked out in gold chain? I decline.
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Jun 10 13, 12:14
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I decline a gold chain and e-rings, e-male and e-lope, all those things, and swine might get flu so what’s there to do if Pearl keeps undoing your strings?
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Jun 10 13, 15:17
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If your strings are undone by Ms. Pearl, rest assured, she’s a wonderful girl. She’s a master masseuse who’ll massage your caboose and the rest until your toes uncurl.
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Jun 11 13, 10:54
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If your toes are uncurled, you can walk much easier, and you can stalk Ms Pearl where she works, but there are no perks if arrested, where you're found to gawk!
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Jun 12 13, 08:37
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If arrested for gawking, you’ll find that the term, “Out of sight, out of mind!” doesn’t work as a crutch. “You can look but don’t touch” will not cover a voyeurs behind.
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Jun 12 13, 10:08
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A voyeur observing the action saw addition and also, subtraction. A pencil, eraser, a skirt and a chaser were parts of a total attraction.
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Jun 12 13, 16:51
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Attracted to girls at the park he'd often go there on a lark to ogle and stare and dream to ensnare a partner so they'd disembark.
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Jun 12 13, 23:38
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A partner of mine owned a barque where he spent all his time, light or dark. Dis em barque was his joy – there was no cabin boy so he barked at himself; what a quark!
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Jun 13 13, 06:50
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In the dark, Merlin barks at the moon, which I hear he first did in Cancun, where he went with a girl who forbade him a whirl on her bicycle that afternoon.
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Jun 13 13, 14:04
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On her afternoon bicycle ride she got hot and pulled off by the side of the road for a dip in the cove where a ship full of septuagenarians cried
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Jun 13 13, 14:59
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On a septuagenarian cruise there was bowling and barrels of booze for spry, lively fellas still able and zealous; for others, large couches to snooze.
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Jun 13 13, 15:04
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While the ship full of old codgers drool the young lady just waves as she cools her bicycle buns then wades out and suns the rest, unaware she was cruel.
... and since I posted right after Merlin, evidently:
Lie about on your couch and grow fat or roll off the veranda, go splat on the concrete below to let the blood flow to the terra from which you'se begat.
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Jun 14 13, 22:26
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Begat poked at Terrance, who snored unaware of the others aboard, butt those buns in the sun brought his snooze to undone, and his anchor arose aweigh for’rd.
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Jun 16 13, 03:05
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When the archer arose near the ford he crossed over the river; his sword was still in his sheath as he slipped beneath the water... with arrows was gored.
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Jun 18 13, 17:35
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With the water, agoras arose and the shops all sold fish, I suppose but in Venice, I’ll bet, they catch fish with their net and the shopkeepers all hold their nose
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Jun 18 13, 21:17
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Bill Shopkeeper’s sonnet on noses was meant to be all about roses but a typesetter’s goof turned it into a spoof, that R a true tale, one supposes!
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Jun 19 13, 00:02
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One supposes that true are the tales Merlin spins. Purposely, he misspells words so linguistically that it consternates me but his last lines leave mental contrails.
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Jun 20 13, 17:46
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Pens are found at the end of con trails -- state or federal -- or county jails; it is sad they repeat but it's hard to defeat the fact many felons oft fail.
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