Press

There once was a girl from the west
In only the best clothes did she dress
A day at the sand
Or at night full and grand
In the end she would just press the flesh

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.