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Clothes Make the Person

She came to join the contest
To climb a ladder to the top
The fastest wins ten dollars
No time to pause or stop

She wore a cut off t-shirt
Stopped just below her nips
The denim skirt she had on
Ended just below her hips

We drew straws and she was first
To try out for the dough
Curious for what we'd see,
Knew we would like to know

Reaching for the first rung,
Her t-shirt lifted up,
Showed us her perfect nipples,
Bare breasts not in a cup

She stepped onto the ladder
And her tight skirt raised up high
She had come to us commando
There was a twinkle in her eye

She was in the greatest shape
Her buttocks firm and lean
And what appeared below them
Was bare and shaven clean

We could not take our eyes away
And forgot to stop the time
We all agreed that she had won
None could have a better climb

When she came down, feet on the ground,
Gave her the winning ten
Asked her how she did it
And would she would do it all again ?
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
I think this would be a great contest for bike week
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