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Pin stripes cotton linen blend
soft and fair, lovely shirt
silky smooth, surface fit
slick and crisp, hands grip.

Complement spunky white cream pants
hail my lords 'dreaming' heaven chants
angel on earth, sending for you
take a car you dashing dude.

Black velvet pseudo-suede shoes
white creme shade sole, Italy made
makes one stare, deep breathe and sigh
hyperboles man's ego high.

Vrooming zoom! zoom! tires screech
Mercielago people beseech
Audi's circles in front four
earned via spending sweat and gore.

Lifestyle of men, living lush plush
jealous ones crib and bitch, but
hard work done by some gentry, deserve and;
have hauteur existence rich

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