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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527742" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Don't Take Lifts From Dames</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose car <br>did you get out of? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dolly asked. <br>Some dame </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the bedding department, <br>you replied. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s been bedding you <br>I suppose? Dolly said. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, you replied, <br>she’s seven months pregnant. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So you got her pregnant huh? <br>Can’t keep your hands </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to yourself can you. <br>I just got a lift home </div><div style="margin:10px 0">by her that’s all. <br>You took off your coat </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and went to the sitting room <br>and poured yourself a drink. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dolly followed you in. <br>I found this name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in your pocket book. <br>A girl’s name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You recognise it? Eh? <br>She showed you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the pocket book. <br>You read the name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That’s just some dame <br>whose name I put down </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who’s been shoplifting. <br>So you say. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all I know <br>you’re having it off </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with her too. <br>Maybe you’re having all </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the dames at the store. <br>I’m a security guard </div><div style="margin:10px 0">not a Casanova, you said. <br>She went off </div><div style="margin:10px 0">out to the kitchen <br>muttering to herself. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You drained your drink <br>and poured another. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You could hear her <br>in the kitchen </div><div style="margin:10px 0">slamming down <br>pots and pans </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and cursing the air. <br>I don’t screw any dames </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but you, you said. <br>You’re my Sweetie pie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dolly came back <br>to the door way </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and stared at you. <br>You mean that? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure I do. <br>Every single word? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every single word. <br>I’m your Sweetie pie? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure you are. <br>And you ain’t been sleeping </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with no other woman? <br>No, of course I haven’t. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never would. <br>Dolly’s glassy gaze softened. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She pushed back <br>her hair from her eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ok Sexy Boy <br>maybe I believe you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe you’re telling <br>me the truth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe I got you wrong. <br>She turned and went back </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the kitchen. <br>You sighed softly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">BUT IF YOU’RE LYING TO ME <br>I’ll POKE OUT YOUR EYES</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she bellowed. <br>Out in the kitchen </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dolly banged around. <br>You emptied the glass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A love was dying. <br>You could sense it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in your bones and <br>in the hollow sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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did you get out of? 

Dolly asked. 
Some dame 

from the bedding department, 
you replied. 

She’s been bedding you 
I suppose? Dolly said. 

No, you replied, 
she’s seven months pregnant. 

So you got her pregnant huh? 
Can’t kee..."></div>
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