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her hair blows back in the breeze

as she strolls down the sidewalk

between all the trees

with a smile that reveals

every one of her teeth

and the dimples

of her red, freckled cheeks

she's an angel, i think

her divine, secretive lips

shine in their glossiness

begging me for a kiss

i stand aback, watching

mesmerized by her beauty

only able to muster the words

'dat booty''

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