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Apr 2017
Inside your pink palace,
I'm a poem.

Oh, little one,
dance to the reggae
of rhyme touching
the chestnut darkness
of your summer skin
weaving hello from
the frontyard barbecue
playing Jamaican tunes
of smoke and heat.

To feel
my strong and soft,
my dark and light

inside your pink palace,
I'm a poem.
bob
Written by
bob  California
(California)   
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