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Good Legs

That suited cunt with a guinness 
in one hand and a mobile phone
in the other is as dead
as my father.
The girl across from me,
who occasionally makes eye contact, 
with those good legs is close
in the race.

I cannot see the sexual craving for others
as I once did
now that I see the similarities in us all
as the good legs stand up and walk away
sexily, I am left smiling...

The view is great, but the experience
would be just another hell.
So I sit here with a beer
and a little knowledge that everything is just fine
providing we allow it to walk by.  
Written by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
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