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237 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 30, 2016
Her freestyle was funky without losing the regal,
Flowin’ and poppin’ in rhythms amazing,
With bare-breast abandon she scoffed at the legal,
Her feet leaving swipes of macadam a’ blazin’.
And on her closed lids, a set of lips was dyed,
Silently, slyly singing to me by winkin’,
And on her lips was painted the pupil of an eye,
So with her mouth set upturned, she glared at ol’ Lincoln.