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Mona Lisa

He ripped a hole in
My nylons
With his teeth.
Looking for something smooth
Which he later found.
He told me that most women 
are like a framed picture
on a hotel room wall.
You remember it was there
but no details beyond that.
But I was the
Mona Lisa.
Yes, and now I know what
she was smiling about.

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