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Jan 2013
Red bikini
With zig zags, black
Ties untied, tucked into my sack.
I said no
You said that won't work
Sly smirk
Distaste and bitter
Forcefully you litter
Your body onto mine
Below the line
Above my face
Now my red bikini just causes a sour taste
Ruined high and low
By my unheard no.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   JM and Victoria Jennings
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