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Even before the blazing sun can tuck the last of its fiery rays inside its hip pocket, the gnarly bespectacled old man with the marble knob mahogany cane smiles leeringly at the slim French actress sipping the chilled chardonnay with pouty, pursed lips and crossing her shapely tan legs that look too perfect, like mannequin gams used for selling fashion-forward nylons to the trendy and in vogue.
her goodbye
breasts linger
on my chest
by Jeffrey Winke
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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