The oil bounced
off her skin
she shined a
brassy tin metal
her nails spattered
sapphire red
she’d peter’d any man
who could dig
ya dig ?
a street shaman,
she prescribed
cures for almost
anything
cept’n how to prevent
sheer nylons from
ripping
hey mama! I liked this one. change my link from my lj to this new blog tho. I'll link you on my blog just now.
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