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Several times a month, I will be in a store aisle reaching for something and feel a hand going up the inside of my thigh. When I turn around to find myself alone with a woman, and ask her if she would prefer me to hold still so she can get a better feel for the situation, oftentimes she will act "shocked" claiming nothing had happened, it must be somebody else...

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Started by Utmost Roast Beef, October 07, 2019, 03:55:29 AM

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October 07, 2019, 03:55:29 AM
Behold, a link to a google drive folder that contains what will inevitably be the full collection of my poetry. I've contained it all politely in the name of brevity. Hopefully, the quatrain format I write in doesn't bore my more open-versed friends and contemporaries.

https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=13lQMJLLQDXE8Ovw7oUmE2bN9RxooxJRF
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