Finger Cymbals Poems - Poems about Finger Cymbals

...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares What are these objects in your frames? Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares Why must they gotta be the same? Cars and busses, traffic lights Bi......

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... Deep in her sleep, the Princess mystically dreams. Of dancing with bangled diamond and ruby bound ankles, Upon satin pillows for her king. She's swathed in opaque rainbow colors. ......

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... .........The Belly Dancer......... Stood beside her teacher on the stage. Young, brunette. Hip hugger magenta jeans and a short bandana shoulder less top... Her young heart leapt......

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... The Belly Dancer Learned private lessons in a club in Chicago's Greek Town. Her teacher told her,the bigger the dancer....the more beautiful. Being thin was no attribute to see that......

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