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[aid] => mick
[title] => Legs
[time] => 2008-06-27 07:26:40
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[bodytext] => Pride and Glory of a woman. They are her roar. Running up and down her thigh's are another's limbs, which attach to a drooling mouth, hypnotized by the smooth, silky touch. So she glodded them every night, her branches are groomed and shaped. Until one night, the clippers slip. Her Glory turns into a fountain of emotion. She stares because it is supposed to hurt. It doesn't. So she tries it again. Still no reaction. "Am I a Barbie?" Fascinated by the lack of suffering she continues the new groom. Only stopping when there is nothing left to-cut. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 43 [informant] => avapoe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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