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I never knew
What Sloppy Seconds
Meant until,
My first job after college.
[Yes, before you ask, yes,
I wrote those Letters! I did.]
Editor: Penthouse Needs.
[Dear Variations: I have
A yen for ....
O yuck, VK, must I really edit this
This dirty thing? Honest? Must
I really write about Echolalia?
S&M, too, and O know ~
Backseat sex, when my husband's ooutta
Town? With my neigbor's son?
Sure, okay, VK, whatever
You say. A better writer, too,
You made me, my dear friend &
Former Domme Queen Boss,
Now, also, a highly esteemed member
Of the Clergy, a Musicologist, too.
Merci! You're kewl.]
Where's John?
Where's everone else, VK?
Where's Mr. Bob
Gucioni, the Late Great Ms.
Kathy Keaton too?! Omin Mag, yes,
Her Invention, her Personal best! So far
Way ahead of her time ~
Yall ~ Come on down,
Come publish, photograph, too,
Morning Wood!
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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