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There was once a woman named Elaine
she lived in pleasure, she lived in pain
Her pleasure was in awakening each day of her life
her pain was in being a mortal man's wife.
.Drugs are slowly killing me, even though I have lived my entire life drug free.. The addiction still finds me,
it surrounds me and be founds me. It is like a monkey on my back, it makes me face all that I lack.
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I want a chocolate brother to be all over me, like hot fudge on an ice cream sundae. Here I am brother your unfound
inspiration, waiting for you to unvail all these loving sensations. When you come home from whatever it is you do, I
want to be just like them clothes, all over you!
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What a book!
It is poetry, but done in a novel forrmat
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telephones, cell phones those damn phones
The hang up if she answers when you call plays my intelligence, but the ring once syndrome plays my common sense
God I seek all my answers fromyou therefor, I ask what can I do?
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