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Wonderful in You
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Elizabeth Lothian
You wake up sweet-eyed,
clammy in dream-sweat. You close-open-close-open
those maple-syrup eyes.
You tidy up your throat,
you say Good morning my pair of pretty blues,
You beam: the sun spills. The sun bops-shakes-rattles-rolls-streams-gushes-surges. You smile, smirk, grin?
You, with your top left-front tooth chipped,
you, with your bottom right-front tooth too tall,
you beam at me.
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