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Nov 2020
was prism girls
dabbed in pink chiffon
swirls. Dancing pirouettes
through taffy clouds. I can

still hear the cheering
crowds. I raised my glass
with my scope and swallowed a sea
of green. I was tope. And so was the

world of prism girls
dabbed in pink chiffon swirls,
dancing pirouettes through
taffy clouds, stretched out for miles
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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