There is nothing quite as sexy
as a homely woman who really
gets into playing the fiddle.
The way she moves her hips
and forms the notes with her lips
as she strokes the bow to and fro
and plucks the strings
of a mountain man’s pea picking heart….

2008 © TS

Ted Sheridan

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