Light falls in tattered rags across the beach –
the clouds are playing tag. When they diverge
the sun comes out a moment, then retires
behind the drifting grey. The view is wide
Joy # 2
The barmaid shouted "it's last call"
I got a final beer
gazed across the smoky space
saw you in the mirror,
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your gender was quite nice
took my bottle, walked your...
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King of the erotic masterpiece
Everyday I hear that you're the stud to beat all studs
All I wanna know baby is if the rumors are true
Tell me what you wanna do, when and where
In a few minutes or...
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