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		<title>Elton Johns by Joseph Fonseca</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Elton Johns   Naked women and the fifth drink of the night I lean into your shoulder and say “You can have sex with any of them But you’ll be dreaming of me.” Well, no, I don’t say it But I want to You hold a five in the air and nod sideways at me The blonde is for me You always take the redhead Even if it is just a wig Because the redder the hair the redder the pink I want to ask you if that is a scientific fact Or just a not-so-old wives’ tales But I think men just know these sorts of things So I agree knowingly, not knowing Five she’s in my face Twenty she’s in my lap But you pay for the private rooms Even as I try to politely refuse You say, “She’ll be as gentle as you like. “Or as rough.” I’m face to nipple with tits like rotting cantaloupes And she knows in an instant I’m not saluting “Closet case,” she laughs Only around you, but I have no answer “It’s alright, I get plenty of your type.” Elton Johns she calls us “Just trying to impress the boss,” she [...]]]></description>
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