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Yeah, this is my last piece of poetry I promise to subject you to (FOR NOW...) and this one is a doozy. It's reflection about the first hard-on I remembered getting when I was five years old...and how it terrified me. 'Nuff said, right? Thanks for taking the time.   The Pop-Up Book Oh my...