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My nerves a'jitter in a makeshift calm front, the stunt of rising on two stilted legs to beg the lady's presence beside me, dries my red blood. But now the die is cast! Elastic in my aggitation, I play the braggart and swagger stumbling in a shackled waltz, courting thoughts of fondling her naked flesh, enmeshed in a net of sudden obligated coition. Fished freshly from separate oceans, and grossly foreign - one to the other - the deed gets done, and the money, on sordid demand, is handed over to fill bills spilling from her treasure trove.      But now the carnal taste is on my tongue,      I'll celebrate that life has just begun!