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Dec 22, 2007 21:09

poem for the waxes i hate the most

for forty dollars your
legs make a four facing
both sides.

In this way, little red
bumps appear.

powders, creams
small, silent, screams.

how dare hair grow
in sensitive places.

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katiekizay January 8 2008, 12:02:04 UTC
I know one thing for sure. I will never have the balls (lol, irony) to get that done.

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