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Frisky springtime

by Colly

old fashioned corset

Springtime what is thine girth?
As Mother tries to wear a skirt.

Where is thy girdle ~ Mother?
A ruffle and lace to trace thee.

Thy quilted waistcoat loosens.
A corset, waistlette, cinching.

Freeboobing seen in sunshine.
Strapless rays of spring refine.

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Posted on February 27, 2015 at 8:58 PM in Colleen K, Poetry   |  RSS feed |   Reply   |   Trackback URL

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