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The Slotmachine

I wish I were a slotmachine
inside a fancy club
All chrome and colours to be seen
the pride of any pub.
But wait until I tell you more
the best is all those coins
a callgirl yes, but not a whore
with big receptive loins.
And as they slip inside of me
orgastic I become

an ancient geezer, drinking tea
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Mary Nagy 24 April 2006

A fun poem Herbert. I like the parallel you use between the call-girls and the slot machines. Great poem. sincerely, Mary

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Danny Reynolds 24 April 2006

Hold the gold bars.(Nudge nudge.) Thoroughly enjoyable. Danny

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Gina Onyemaechi 24 April 2006

Light and bouncy. G.

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