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......knowing unfathomed bottoms......
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was a pleasure, not a chore
of Uncle Jack's.....he lusted more
than all her uncles, put together....
he was, most surely, no bellwether..
his hands were swift...of speed, no lack...
was said, 'There's Jack...don't turn your back,
gaze firmly into those blue eyes..
.if not, there'll be a pinch........surprise! ! '
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Alison Cassidy (3/25/2008 6:08:00 PM)
This is adorable. Tantalizing title and the first line is superb. Uncle Jack sounds like a few friends of my parents who frequented the annual family New Years Eve party. I remember them now - Merv the Perv, Filthy Phil and Dirty old Ron. Love the easygoing 'feel' of this one. Your friend, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |
Sandra J. (3/22/2008 12:48:00 AM)
Oh.....I don't quite understand this because of its multiple meanings....but it's good for the purpose of mystery. |
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