I listen to your tales
of Mexican winters
that leave blonde streaks in your hair
imagine myself leaned against you
on a nighttime beach
wrapped in tanned arms.
A contest entry
- Shh - Don't tell anyone by Suzanne Dia.
3500 points, ended January 5, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Nice... liked this alot. Congratulations.
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thanks Kathleen
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this isn't lame at all.
i love it
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cool... first stanza really rocks
al
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ahem!!! mexico?? well give me a shot of too-kill-ya!! and i might have a guess at the crush
very nice
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see i thought that might happen... lol
no one from AP
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