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I didn't premeditate this Poem by Sharon Negri.

Actually, I was looking for old `River Photographs.

I rummaged `round Wood Shop. I found no honey.

No money?

No honey.

Ay, banter. 

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(I don't know how to single-space. Antietam  Review)

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* Saturday at the Salon *

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I hope Sharon doesn't mind. 

I'll respectfully change layout.

The Poem had a comfort-flow.

The 'Antietam Review' closed.

Crystal Brown was the Editor.

I shared a few Black & Whites. 

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I shush up. I hope you enjoy too.

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I've been here for five years now,

and can make a woman look beautiful for a night,

make her believe in her hair, and skin.

I know how to talk to each one,

how to smooth cream

along her cheekbone just right.

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Suzanne's one who's always sad,

a darkness in her eyes like a scar that I can't cover,

it's some other place she goes she told me once,

cold and alone,  line her lids thinly, give her a shadow

the shade of sapphire before she leaves,

any woman needs to believe in her beauty, you know.

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When Jackie''s here, we're fourteen again and afraid

to look at ourselves in a mirror doesn't lie so we talk

about old boyfriends, old cars and the first time.

I tell her we both have strong skin, all honey and bronze.

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Nora will always talk to me about her man if I wait,

how he notices strands of red in her braid, his strong

hands circling her back with the rose oil I gave her,

she will tell me these things to thank me,

she will brush my cheek with a kiss

and call me her beauty.

- by Sharon Negri

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I really enjoy rummaging `round old clutter.

This Poem was sensually `arousing to farmers.