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I dreamt a white Black widow (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
She sits like accuracy on top of a cherry wood desk. Unvulgar in calf boots and Fedora, Her ranging eyes looking out from her purpled cubicle. I step in, putting my hands to her hips. She pulls me tight and whispers cockrings and machineguns in my ear, then releases me and I fall back a fifty pound spent casing.

Up the ladder: Urinating in the alley
Down the ladder: Orbs

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.428571
Weighted score: 5.6531434
Overall Rank: 2107
Posted: July 20, 2004 8:04 AM PDT; Last modified: July 20, 2004 8:04 AM PDT
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[9] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 | 20-Jul-04/9:41 AM | Reply
Funny! Women rule.
[10] edpeterson @ 68.79.19.4 | 20-Jul-04/9:44 AM | Reply
where da white womens be at???

excellent cockrings and machineguns...staccato whispers.
[n/a] <~> @ 69.0.37.90 | 8-Oct-04/10:54 AM | Reply
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