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Mar 2022
Is there a crack
in your wind
shield
I often ask
of fellow
motorists
tooling down
my time
to the beach
where its fixed
by sand
sun hot
have to dance
hot

and the melt
pulling
like beauty
has you

go ahead
rub your face

trace yourself
here quiet
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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