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			<title>The Prudish Model</title>
			<description>She thought me oh! so cleverWhen I painted nudes but neverAsked a single girl to&quot;Take off all your clothes&quot;.She loved my quaint artistic,Yet she proved to be ballisticWhen I asked her to disrobe,And hold a pose.</description>
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			<title>Jazz Brush</title>
			<description>There are sticks inside the cupSticking upRolled softly to fitMy fingersDanceAcrossVirgin Whiteexpanse.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beastly bristles stiff and dry&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On the ends&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of those sticks.What beasts there resideIn those dancesWaiting ..</description>
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			<title>Nude, pthalo</title>
			<description>I had chased herStunning gloryShape and shadowForm and line.She escaped meTime and timeDodge and feint.Finally caught herOne dark morningWith a kiss ofPthalo blue.Now she's capturedHanging sweetlyIn the hall.</description>
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