Monday, November 30, 2009

Pulp Poem of the Week

She was a nice-looking blonde
of twenty-one or two.
She had a dimple in her
left cheek when she smiled.
She had a body like you usually
find only in your imagination.
And she know how to dress so you
knew it wasn't your imagination.
James McKimmey
Winner Take All

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