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Oct 2021
They wear painted faces and perfume
and little else. They parade on Sunset Blvd.
Boys afraid of real romance gawk and slow
and pull to the curb. After, they return them
and thank them. They fell in love for a moment.
At 4 am the girls laugh and cry at the diner.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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   old poet MK
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