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Sitting on the patio
sipping green tea frappuccino
thick through a straw.
Hair in a pony tail,
breeze rolls
down cars
over ears.
No sunglasses to shield me
from eye contact with strangers.
Little brown bird
dances around my toes.
Thinking this would be better
with whipped cream
and you.



�2006 by Tammy Trendle



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