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chute-the-chute I remember my first time on her. The moaning sounds she made as she shook me from side to side, rocking me back and forth and up and down, had me screaming with approval. She’s old and worn out like a five dollar whore but still gives a good ride to those who don’t want to wait in line. |
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This is a different type poem for me. I hope you put two and two together and see I am writing about a roller coaster.
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