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The 70 Year Old


Her clown-like behavior & dancing half-nude on a pole

“Always so good to see ya!” & all that rigamarole.

She was indeed half-crazy; yet her clients were obstinate,

That she was a beauty indeed with boobs oh-so prominent.

They seemed to just ignore the obvious perception;

That she was missing all her teeth, not at all a deception.

However, I can’t help myself as to wonder intently;

If she had been 20 and not 70 and driving a Bentley.

For back in the day, she very well may have been

A lot easier on the eyes, forgive me Father, for I Sin.

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