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Saw her sucking syllables on,
cluttered stuck back pages.
Her words twerk on stripper stages,
gyrating G-strings fullness of verbs
as she bounce.
Pronouns count 2 the bounce, in back
of rocking car seats.
Pay me she screams...I'm that
WORD WHORE!!!
Come slam the door daddy, give me
what you good 4, we don't have much time.
Poetic rhymes she counts on notched
head boards.
Walking the stroll waving down men's
dangling participles 4 the scrilla.
Nothing realla, than word whore selling
her soul 4 you 2 read.
RonnieL
