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New Poet's Wednesday - Thirty Years Too late For The Party by Ms. Dale L Baker

THIRTY YEARS TOO LATE FOR THE PARTY


Foot on log, hand on knee; old photograph of me,

Crater Lake and my jeans, same blue hue,

Denim tight, fit so fine, my hair glows like thick honey

What a gorgeous girl I was; sad shame I never knew.

Shyness kept me from the crowds, round shoulders hid my bust.

A desk corralled my hips and thighs, a chair caressed my butt.

I should have been out dancing, luring masculine lust.

Why did I choose to study when I could have been a slut?


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