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Leaving without a video
(bygone days when there were video shops)

I'm sure there must be something wrong with me,
that I have searched in vain along these aisles,
then gazed at racks reached out, then bent to see
half-hidden breasts, pistols, and men of style,
but still can't find a video to take home.
What were all those hip films I sadly missed?
My mind goes blank; amnesia on loan.
That bloke has armfuls of naked trysts.
Soft porn: slinky, sexy, sado masso stuff.
I need more than that. I want delight.
I want to laugh until I cry - enough!
and I'm sick of angst, though fright's alright.

Maybe something charming to please the wife,
something a little bit better than life.
[Sonnet from a collection by S.C.N. Pockley]
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