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Apr 2015
I watch the palm trees blowing,
visualize the white crystal sands
& I've seen those golden-liquid
television commercials.
Jesus pretty woman,
I smell the sea.
And when I think
about the beautiful dip
between your hip bones,
I get drunk
thinking
about rocking your soul.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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