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a whirling dervish
I've  seen all things Turkish..
my belly has danced
under the influence
of shish and Saffron fragrance.
heat hangs in tarpaulin parasols
it skims scantily clad pools,
in football bars and snooker halls
I've seen all things Turkish,
But this new kissy kissy gimmick
is not my thing, this tourist trap fake culture..
Men do not kiss women
Not ever.. Its not tradition.. only family
Keep thoseTurkish Lips under wraps.
and I'll keep mine for kebabs

 

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