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A Wet Dog Shaking Himself Dry

Tailored dresses, tailored skin tight
glisten under the midnight moon beams
and car headlights.
Such beateous women shouldn't stay in the rain
like this - didn't your mother ever tell thee?
Wet cloth clings to warm thighs,
engendering men to grunt, moan, and snivel
when they go home, lone, smelling
their own cologne clinging to their nose...
Putative,
Perspicacious,
Mirths
And Vermilion clothes.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Salu Salu 27 January 2009

enchanting n provoking.................. rgrds/salu

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Edward Kofi Louis 26 January 2009

Yes! ...........A nice piece of work from you.Thank you for sharing it with us. Edward Kofi Louis.

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Joseph Poewhit 16 January 2009

At least the dog has sense enough to get dry

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