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1 obsolete : PERVERSE

the old Polish lady

has crossed the line

one too many times

she swung open

my door


a knock

just as I was

in the thick

of it

and about

to . . .

she said "no no no"

she heard

sex and came

to stop it!

last straw: new

rules, no


in room


by ten o'clock


this is not a hotel

on the brink of . . . curfew . . . no girls allowed . . .


I am not 16


I am not

a sinner

getting out

of here

yes indeed

a month

at the local

hotel next week



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