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Paris 1941-63 (Free verse) by Mister Cakes

warm, comfort wool only for me, looking after my interests, only empty when you are alone. you are my sock

Goad 8-Feb-05/3:39 PM
He spent 22 years in a sock?
Champs-Elysées with some French dude named Jacques?
Unless "sock" is a metaphor,
For the crucial part of a whore --
In which case Mister Cakes is a cock.




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