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Aug 2014
I was up all night,
tossing & turning
all over my bed
burning with hot visions
of her sweet grandeur.
For she could blow,
blow huge bubbles
through a cocktail straw
& madly crawl,
crawl all over the floor
chasing rabbits.
What a dream she was!
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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