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It started to rainIn the middle of the shootA cold early January drizzle.The car was half mile awayAlong a soggy pathWith a thirty foot wide foot deep icy puddleThat must be waded.But we didn't want to go back...An Oregon rain will stopIf you simply waitSo I wrapped their naked heartsIn the old orangeIndian blanket Poncho |
They stood there in the forestLooking out at meFor twenty minutes.I put the red leavesBetween their rose lips.How like one heart they seemed...These two young womenWho loved so deep...Friendship...Sisterhood...Goddess heart... |
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