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May 2018
poets come.
Finish inside me.
Swim in me.
Taste me. From
7 to eleven
slurp me
in the convenience store
where some
wrestle to buy
this or that
I remain
gift wrapped

for your
good stuff.
I"m humbled by all the attention.  Thank you all.
Written by
bob  California
         Perry, B, Tanisha Jackland, Meera, r and 97 others
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