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Hula Hoops

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Honey,
Dreams are hula hoops
Rotating on skinny hips
Just when ya’ got them going
They fall with a metallic clatter at
Scuffed sneaker toes
Honey,
Dreams are dandelions
Plucked from the ground
By curious girls
With puckered lips
Then with a puff-
Gone.
Twirling down to the leave scattered ground
Honey,
Dreams are
Secrets.
I’s gots mine.
And you’s got yo’s.





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