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Apr 2015
I dreamt last night,
sometime in the wee hours,
about cherry marmalade.
How I'd like
to have had it
spread all over my face,
from chin to forehead,
covering both of my lips.
When I suddenly awoke
breathless,
I thought  how'd I've used
my tongue and fingers
to get every last
tasty morsel
of a dessert like that,
even in my dreams.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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     Porsche Newell, ---, ---, Rear Window and NV
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