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Sep 2013
the empty glass of earlier red wine
is a temptress beside me as i sit in this chair
subtle sways of fragrance wafting
her beckoning calls out like a siren

isn't that just like a woman to do such a thing?
Diane
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Diane  Minneapolis, MN
(Minneapolis, MN)   
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