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I saw those bald, bare, dimpled, smelling feet like that.
They were dipped in red jello in an Ohio courtroom bar.
Thee gal was wearing a tutu ballet skirt with no leotard.
P- was shy, cute, sitting atop Saint Jebs MacBook fat lap.
P- was a hopping pretty as a plover. Red Toe Nail Clover.
Perfume. LapWing Lady P- asked for silence, to sit quietly.
Red (toe) Tail Hawk sing, and sniffs the golden rod flowers.
Plead for world peace, sit atop laptop, smell pink rose petal.
Ay, no lamb chops. No cash or cheap holiday, holy moment.
Perfumed flowers. Bouquet's tied with thin gold strand cord.
People are wrapped, precious, interwoven gift, single flower.
Nature's Bouquet is composed of individuals. Endive? Salads.
Nature's Pan- invisible cord is concealed from a human view.
Maybe not visible to the base, yet, experienced as wonderful.
Jebbie, some things like that? Time to practice with a ballerina.
