Something Secret
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Mark Heathcote
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Why do the best legs stand on pins?
Is it something, genetic?
Something secret, they’re born to inherit.
All I know is my heart beats frantic.
It’s like balancing on a high wire
Across a suspension bridge
Watching these flamingos in duos…
With; airbag, steerage…
Of cause I’m sexist.
It isn’t easy being the slimmest.
The tallest the lewdest
The vaguest teenager in town…
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