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The critic (Other) by juxtaposition I let her read some of my poetry,
the old stuff.
After reading
it,
she went down
on me
and smiled.
She told me she liked it.
"The poetry or the blowjob?"
I asked.
"The blow job" she said.
Haven't seen her since.
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