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Mile high

The Mile High Club
In her basement
For all she has
At the moment
Is her Airbus
Simulator.
But with a flute
Of champagne
In one hand
And Joey
Between her legs
Her mind was
Cruising at
Thirty-two thousand
Feet.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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