Yonder

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by Rawclyde!

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His lips caress her stomach

Her hand plays his head like a skillet

Ghost Face wakes up

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All those stars out there

No longer are of geometric design

They are scrambled

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He steps on the accelerator

A spitball leaps

Into the red hot coals

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

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