She said she knew
What what he was all all
About about about
Penis pride, penance and prosetry
Gave him pause
That he could be so out there
Quiets not quite as kept
Deviant little man
And his crooked smile
His deviated stares
The hint of an acute personality
The mark of a repeated secret
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Friday, June 29, 2007
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