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Mop Woman

Mop Woman Near dwarf this woman. Foreign born. Minsk, perhaps. Nose a fist. Hair a whisk broom only black. Her back an Orthodox cupola, her arms braids of gym rope lowered to the floor. Orangutans could climb those ropes, hand over hand, no rose no purple doughnuts on their hinds. Near dwarf this woman. Foreign born. Minsk, perhaps. Her hands, all gristle, hang an inch, no more, above her shining floor. Donal Mahoney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/16/2010 5:23:00 PM
Nice one, enjoyed. . .P.D.
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Date: 4/16/2010 12:48:00 PM
wow what a horrid perspective of this poor woman...sorry Donal but I wonder what the view was from her perspective and what man put her in this position and now what man judges her poor frame from his height....sigh...men! (PS beauty is in the eye of the beholder)
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