Kenny The Crab
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James McLain
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Long supple legs
ending as they, I should
bashful, I am too your smile
begging at the outermost why
and at the edge
between the water
and the sand
on white, is tanned
looking out for Kenny
we walk around
and each your touch
is like a blow
is hammered home
when you upon, I gaze
because as such
you are to you, I am
from different states.
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