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Jan 2013
she wears those little
boots so well
short print skirt
dances with the breeze
out the bottom of her
light brown jacket with the fur lining
brushing back her jet black
hair with her fingers so nimble
her skin so fair...
its not fair
that i am not the sun that bathes her,
or the gentle gusting wind that sways her
... or the sucker that she licks :)

well, perhaps i am maybe
... a sucker

[she spies a chair beside me and sits]
just takin in the sights on the first beautiful day here in a few
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