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And It's Humid
Static on the radio whispers that song
about wine in the fridge that is cold
as the wind chasing crows.
And I'm singing the blues ‘bout a woman I saw
who was sitting alone in a cosmic-red Ford
from the moon.
poem
by
Rick Stokes
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