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it must be strange to be

a sexy lady.  the wicker chairs watch

the polyester shorts.  Life at the river, where

flowers turn their lips to

tropical flavours and

sands morph into fields of

hungry boulders.  i feel

love.  i fell, doves.

the ground swells.  her sound tells

of proud yells and loud bells, i feel

love i feel love i feel loud in a crowd.  sweaty cement

candy torment dandy dement bawdy contempt i feel love

i feel love i fell love

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