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Shanna Baldwin Moore, US
 

 

 

 

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surf is up

 

a "Gang"
at the old folks home
sidewalk sitters,
talking stink
stealthy stalking
always stareing
side eye looks
she says...
sun shine is on
and walks away
stripping....
sound of the waves
and smell of salt
a call.....
surf is up
nothing else
matters

 

 

 

 

 

 

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