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Mar 2013
She walked away,
but looked back with a wink.
I sat there on a bench,
watching,
thinking about
how she just left--
To ride roller coasters
And drink tequila
And not be alone.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Pure LOVE
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