Right-hand Pointing | ||
A half naked mannequin Her skirts a mess, ragged hem line as the morning breeze In sunrise light, the topless figure as one moves closer permanently painted lips And yet, I wonder if the molded form of a woman should drought torture the earth Who needs a crossed poles T when an inviting jewel right-hand pointing northward, |
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Joe Coffey | ||
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