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Poetry Workshop

The poem crosses and un-crosses
its legs la Sharon Stone
in Basic Instinct. Panties?
Or no panties? Discussion follows.

You play the line over and over
until the original danger
is lost. Or so you think.
Sleep on it. Check for ice picks.

Juliet Antill

If you have any comments on these poems,  Juliet Antill would be pleased to hear from you.

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