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She walks by

All hips and careless glances.

Brilliant brown locks of hair falling over eyes

That seem to talk to heaven.

Curves devilishly subtle

So that you have to blink to take her all in.

Impossible to do at one glance

She licks her lips,

Shopping for minute rice,

Or Uncle Ben's,

In a million and one supermarkets.

Who would have thought something as tedious

As everyday chores could be sexy?

Her legs casually crossed at the ankles,

While she compares prices

And nickels and dimes

Spill from her pocketbook.

You bend to help her gather them up,

And she smiles a dazzling white smile,

Grateful for some help

On a Friday night,

While her car idles,

And her kids wait for dinner.



2:30 PM; 8-25-2002