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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