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That Penny loafer
Robust man,
yes I,
vigorous
and wanting,
far from feeble
But her lips,
they were
pink and swollen
when I came in that room,
as,
she had been waiting
for mine entry
And at the bedrooms
open window,
on its ledge;
the loan Penny loafer,
mine reason for the gawp
and feeling forlorn
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