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Mar 2013
she was a soft golden, oiled, nakeding
underneath the afternoon sun,
inside the city's park;
simply shining for all the world to see.

brave little star,
challenging the daytime's authority

and in a barely-there, baby blue thong.


*for my angel
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   Gary Muir
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