Sometimes
The poetry of her
Is most evident in her long legs
Her funny crooked toes
And the gorgeous sweep of her back.
Arms flung recklessly about in sleep.
And I wonder how
The world ever was
Before her.
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sometimes you have to get the flotsam and jetsom out
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You should post more of your poems, I really like them.
I love this! I think I might live this...Are you not crazy to give this away for free?
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