Non-Erotic PoetryClara's Stonepiper's pipe
guitarist's tar
we dance in circles
shhh, she's laying down
her husband has leaked out
there is little hope, two
they grow
they plant flowers
wherever there is dirt
poems flow
they float and drift
like smoke
acrid and sweet
smart, funny and
suspicious
well and pretty
dancing in single circle,
a vista of three ladies
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