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Home (Free verse) by Bethy

Smoke blew from her painted lips A mini skirt stretched around her hips Her breasts were tucked in a lacey blue bra She hated her mother and loved her paw She walk up and down the dimly lit street Red leather pumps blistered her feet Black dye covered her beautiful hair she, do anything but go back there...

Bethy 10-Aug-05/4:01 AM
Thank you Dovina, paw is something that us hillbillies use, lol...and this is a young woman who does not want to go back there...Home... :) Bethy




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