In The Markets
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Herbert Nehrlich
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She was leaning, you do get my drift?
And the meaning, it gave me a lift.
All she wore down there, nether
was a single blond feather
when she left it was me who was miffed.
I was shopping for camembert cheese.
When I spotted the thighs and the knees.
She was reaching for dip
when I noticed her hip
and the mini that flopped in the breeze.
So I offered to help her retrieve
it was onion and mint I believe.
I shall never forget
that small moment I met
her dear hubby who asked me to leave.
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