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poem:
Boy in a Dress
You smell like cheap wig,
talcum and sweat.
Strong legs
in fishnets kicking like a mule.
Hey! Watch those heels pretty lips.
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Why can't I search the personals? Am I just a dummy? I wish I could fit in a sports car. Hey, it's freezing in San Francisco. By 5pm the marine layer comes over and there's no sun. Then again the marines are very nice.
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