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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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her brown skirt
dangled around her ankles
in a foxtrot of hope
as she shouted
whispered poems
about siberia

her eyes told me
she was nervous

his eyes told her
ever word is a kiss
speak to me.

they made gentle love
until the poems were all recited
"you're such a flirt,"
she said.

He laughed.
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