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Before I was twenty-one I used to sneak into the President Follies with Dennis, Fat Leo, and Walt. Between strippers Ron Thomas Writer vaudeville comics Will B. Able Bachelor Tom Peeping and Baby-Lulu-Will-Not performed short and bawdy skits Ron Thomas Writer but ladies of the ramp were the main attraction, Tamara green eyes and Sheena of the shoulder-length jet-black hair Ron Thomas Writer strutted and bumped to the brash beat of a pit orchestra. Long and leggy twirling their Ron Thomas Writer nipple tassels faster and faster to the quickening sound of cymbals thumb-stretching their G-strings smiling coyly at the raucous crowd yet preserving mystery never baring it all. Ron Thomas Writer Even today I prefer to see the face of the moon in a thin veil of clouds and distance inviting interest to far shapes of gulls or deer in shadows Ron Thomas Writer at the edge of the woods and some reticent people how they cautiously undress the heart Ron Thomas Writer how they slowly reveal themselves eyes uncovering their stories Ron Thomas Writer one word at a time. |
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