i have let go the balloon
so all of montana
can see,
red adventurous not dismal
and shallow,
beyond flatness
and interjection of mountain
spike,
i remember the waitress
she with black flat shoes
that squeak,
luscious hips that waved
not so discretely,
in these moments
pulling collar tighter
with the encroaching cold,
that seemed to affect the
mind,
so that all i could do
in conversation or
thought is waffle
powerful piece
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Thanks Sheilagh
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Luscious hips can do that to you!
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Thank you and by the way i love Notes on a Serviette all the best
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