Tangled Tales

in flame

The note ended thus:

Dogging some clues but

A man doesn’t forget

A number like her

In a hurry

And plenty swishy too

By golly

A very flossy lady

Strutting you might say

Awfully smoochy

Which flatters the

Hell out of me

I’d like to play it

Her way

Maybe she’s really

On the level —

But I don’t know

Don’t you ever think

Of anything but asking

Questions she says

And takes

A run out powder

Without a go-light

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memory documentation and manipulation
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