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Poem	Katie could put her feet behind her head Or do a grand plié, position two, Her suppleness magnificent in bed. I strained my lower back, and Katie bled, Only a little, doing what we could do When Katie tucked her feet behind her head. Her torso was a C-cup'd figurehead, Wearing below its navel a tattoo That writhed in suppleness upon the bed. As love led on to love, love's goddess said, "No lovers ever fucked as fucked these two! Katie could put her feet behind her head!" When Katie came she never stopped. Instead, She came, cried "God!," and came, this dancer who Brought ballerina suppleness to bed. She curled her legs around my neck, which led To depths unplumbed by lovers hitherto. Katie could tuck her feet behind her head And by her suppleness unmake the bed.
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