to Chedwick
Cyclone Cyndi
drank a tipped back mint green
black strap drink wearing a
diamond on her shoulder
and long coils of raw silk
falling off her back-just rising
off sea breeze where she had
spent the day, saying Cyndi
do cool, rule, fuel the day with a
mind boggling denouement.
10:18 PM
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Monday, May 21, 2007
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