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Fantasies
And Trivia
At times
In her loneliness
She would release
Her fantasies to
Wherever thoughts
Do go,
Never dreaming
Somewhere a poet
Would hear her call
And pen her pain
To paper,
Imagine then
Her mute surprise
At warm cheeks
On her inner thighs,
Then the lips
The prodding tongue,
She heard The Doors
Light My Fire
And John with
Lucy In The Sky,
And why did
Lennon die on
Morrison’s birthday,
And why did
Jim and Pam
And Jimi, Janis
All die near 27,
And oh this tongue
Where is it from
Just let it be,
I can hear Imagine.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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