Monday, August 11, 2014

MasKuline Intervention

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For the wall-to-wall mustache,
a cigar was  his leaning post.

The cigar never left his mouth.

Cheeks so rosy,
he could have been
a flower.

But his was an empty face
with only empty  space
behind it.

That is why we got along so well.
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