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Our Musical Mistress - June 26, 2021

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jun 26, 2021
  • 1 min read

I know deep joy

spews inside you

when she performs


What race or age

or gender of man

does not plead guilty

to coveting this creature

like fine wine with eyes closed

and buried in a comfortable chair?


None


and I bet on reading this

you might call on her

to pick up an instrument

and play something

for you


suddenly eager

to get up and dance

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