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Filth

this world makes me sick the filth abound is so easily found from T.V to billboard all I see is your filth nothing is sacred or held in secret why is it necessary for me to see you nude in some countries that's considered rude the only place I need to see a bra is in a store not on the body of a recently post teen whore for that's what they are showing more flesh than a dancer at a topless bar I say keep your clothes you on for nothing has been won you have no honor just the temporary attention of the human animal your victory is but minimal for when you're old and gray you will rue the day when your place has been replaced and some young woman prances on T.V wearing only lace

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Date: 11/8/2009 7:01:00 PM
Very true poem...enjoyed...Marty
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