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Apr 2013
Am I a fridge on the road side?
Am I a pair of red lips
folded like gift wrap
around your part?
Am I am an empty black coat?
You must understand --
I need to meet me.
Stop this destruction.
If you see me,
arrange an introduction.
**** poem. Lost my mojo somewhere.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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