Thursday, February 09, 2006

THREE POEMS by Alana Madison

"What are the washing instructions?"

There is no waiting in line at your local gassing.



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Within three days one on one via nomail
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Deadline driven by and positive

It will instill focus miss

The weekly deadline and you miss


The weekly deadline the lounge features plus tips


Techniques and recommendations
Most people on earth are those who felt

Felt on up to the big time




"Super P Hairamacy"

Lip lower than a response
To those bites split pressure
Pleasures the language of
The summer drew outside
Its manner wet from April

Lips lust stasis
The summer inserted too please,
If it could in it's clean
Knickerbockers itself

Between the cook
The bodies
Slipped good of a mouthed
Having an escape
Me outside to eat me

Link juices of the summer
That comes strongly
Strikes to him
A harder digging
I am with which one wedges
Almost there licked in summers

Openings flood thick
with heat of good taste

And outside it spoke with its language


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