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Aug 2018
We were not introduced
but I'd be thinking she
should be called, Lucy.

It was by the washing
  line, and not alone,
hence, her inhibitions.

From swaying erotically
in the breeze she began
waltzing in the wind.

When a peg released
her shoulder strap, my
 fantasy was surreal.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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     luci, TSPoetry, Emeka Mokeme and thelonious
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