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Tryst Poetry By Brenda Gentry |
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Tryst Poetry By Brenda Gentry |
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I am chained to the stove stuck to the floor, a POW of ceramic. Cinderella had it cushy clad in tattered rags. Two kids, eight dogs, and one cat later, I trot from one activity to another. But the best you care to offer me is Viagra after supper.
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