Hot Legs Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Hot Legs

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In cerulean day shifts
Power-lines are gold
Floss,
Ladies wearing rows of
Curious pigeons
By her salubrious lips;
Legs like bicycles:
Legs, legs,
Legs, legs,
Legs
Two for one,
Legs.
Get them while they’re
Hot.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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