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Jun 2016
I lift my EYES
to appear not to leer at her chest
the trunk which she carries her valuables
is beaten and tattered

I double take with my EYES
and lock on her rear end
As fins on the old Cadillac
flair like none other ever made.

My wandering EYES
are fixed on her ******* frame
the cabriolet  matches
her pristine interior to a T.
Makes me smile to be playful.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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