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Sleek lines curve around the mind, stimulating the imagination.  Here and now she faces me, but who is the mirror? Tumeric stains on fingertips, reminders of the culinary fun.  A half empty glass of Bordeaux upon the monopoly board: oh yeah, another loss. Ruby-red shoes seek a home.  A silver spoon is bent in two. Johnny Cash plays as the record spins. Some you lose, some you win!
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
Friday night
Sleek lines curve around the mind, stimulating the imagination.  Here and now she faces me, but who is the mirror? Tumeric stains on fingertips, reminders of the culinary fun.  A half empty glass of Bordeaux upon the monopoly board: oh yeah, another loss. Ruby-red shoes seek a home.  A silver spoon is bent in two. Johnny Cash plays as the record spins. Some you lose, some you win!
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
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