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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 14, 2022 20:12:14 GMT -6
Shiraz Rose
Her Persian jazz links eyes with me. Her unveiled lips savor the café au lait from whose steam her dragon breathes. Her smile is a cream dream of tea made with cardamom and pistachios but brewed in the French Market where she hawks her wares and a meow turns into a Gabbeh rug made a golden fleece with her ever-deepening grin like a rose of Shiraz crawling the wall with her sax along with her hips on a slow roll from heaven.
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Post by oldarmybear on Mar 14, 2022 20:53:38 GMT -6
Love this
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 14, 2022 21:07:54 GMT -6
Huge thanks, Don. Glad this made a good impression on you.
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Mar 15, 2022 15:27:50 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Mar 15, 2022 18:02:02 GMT -6
Foxy, love the Mardi Gras dedication. Indeed this poem is multicultural New Orleans throughout.
XoXoXo John
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