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Chocolate
She painted eye chocolate,
Beautiful bold abstracts
In courageous colors
That took you wandering
Willie Wonka like for days,
A wandering minstrel
In a Meeleirrek dream,
I slipped out of the colors
Just as a young woman
Was saying she didn’t
Like chocolate,
Some women give up sex
For chocolate but not me,
Call me crazy, call me weird
I’m not into chocolate,
I already knew that,
I met her in the paintings,
Saw her in the dreams.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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