Still reciting dreams?
Mickey Spillane finally
gave his hero the dame
he’s been coveting all
through the book
while he was cavorting
with electrifying beauties
kissing and being kissed
on the slightest pretext,
or none at all, while
bodies of dead men,
shooting and being
shot at, kept on
proliferating…
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