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By Wil C. Fry, Dec. 12, 2000, 21:27

Copyright © 2000 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.


Each weak and sickly, spindly coward
Will with beady eyes seek shelter
While a strong, tall man gazes levelly
As the weather goes helter skelter
    (If she asks, go ahead ‘n’ belt her)
(But who knows the words to melt her?)
(No one. Just be glad you felt her.)



Still not smoking crack.



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