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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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in L.A. the breasts are her face the fears are her waist, the belonging is haste. liposuction junction, what's yer function? yer taste? |
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Gossamerwings Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 207 |
Yep, Sili-CONE valley, huh!  Good poem! Gossamerwings ;) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Exactly...it happens here in Honolulu too you know...they walk out of the doctors office and suddenly you don't see her face anymore...only a large set of breast walking towards you..actually appearing larger than her head in size and appearance....James |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, both of you. I wrote this poem because of a co-worker who suddenly decides, after watching Entertainment Tonight, she's going to get breast implants along with her roommate. This girl has back problems, mind you.  It's so sad, it's funny.Mike |
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