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Going To The Barber
Cleavage is in the air, her
breasts are there on show, strategically
ripped T-shirt divides
my attention, “Yes I’m impressed
by the size of that chest.” ¹ Like a drunk
Dean Martin I think “Thanks for the mammaries.”
She’s in sales, her body clinches
the deal, she calls me Peter, says
“You’re haircut looks so attractive
I’d go out on a date with you
but I’m already taken.”
I feel flattered but manipulated
as her husband cuts my hair.
Pete Dowe
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