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“Hot Date”, a haiku.Ahem.Tooth pick, hair slicked backInner glimpse, a moist remarkGetting laid tonight?
I wrote a poem entitled Ode on a Greased Cub. I can share a stanza if you like?It begins, I think that I shall never see a curb waxed as perfect as thee. Your edge, so perfectly round. Whenever I see you I want to throw down.I think a SLAP creative writing workshop is in order. It can meet after @SneakySecrets book club.I would eventually like to see a SLAP U. Shit would be tight…