Between FloorsA Poem by Peteyou with your towering, high heels and tight, hiked-up skirt a good job is never done how come there's never a paper clip around when you need one i never really knew what elevator, stop buttons were for until that unforgettable, torrid day when we went through 'the smith file' behind a pair of tarnished, steel doors between the second and third floors .
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4 Reviews Added on February 14, 2023 Last Updated on February 15, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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