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Post by Raymond Neely on Jun 26, 2011 8:28:42 GMT -5
by Raymond Neely
She dozes in front of the fan, and veiled by brown, deprives the flies. She rises in the evening, dropping shrouds to her feet. We dirty dance through steam and in front of a mirror, the late summer sun. Summer solstice, rescued by beer, all sublime-- and baby doll unveiled.
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