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Apr 2013
A look,
a smile,
a shy look away
just playing the game,
a brunette girl
dressed with class,
a checkered skirt
past the knees
and an olive blouse
leaving a lot to the imagination,
they both know,
that they have been eyeing each other,
for the past twenty minutes,
but neither makes the first move,
they were just looking to play the game
not to finish it
Harry J Baxter
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Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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