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Livestock Holiday

some bits of this may not be 100% true .. I'm sure someone slipped some acid into my tomato juice way back ..

She was so hot and she knew it ..
But looked
so bloody cool ..
Bloody being the operative word
in that scarlet,
tie dyed cheesecloth dress of hers
and matching top,
not to mention the machete ..
But when
she turned to face him, head on
like that in
the meagre half-light, she near
cleaved his breath away,
and left him, well and truly folded
on the doorstep
of yet another cattle market abattoir ..

 

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Marion

Well didn't this just make me smile on a cheerless Thursday morning. Brilliant and clever write Nev...truly. I suspect though that the 'abuse' in the prompts relates to human kind and not animals lol and has nothing to do with physical abuse. Could be wrong though couldn't I? On that note did you know testing in animals for cosmetics has begun again all these years after being banned. Queuing up by the back door they were, sneaking in for secret passes off friends in this appalling government. That's probably a biased view but hey...anything goes in this world so it seems. Anyway...back to your outstanding work....outstanding!! X

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Neville

Bless you our Marion .. Yes sadly I knew that .. and you are write on all other counts too .. x

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