Lady Luck
pulls up her dress
and makes me smile
and she winks
and pulls up
her hem even higher
so I walk up
for a closer look
into her wide
avocado green eyes
and I see her
Vargas shaped thighs
her full buxom
like tulips
under a fat sun
I take a deep breath
and I smell her
sweet cotton scent
permeating sweet honey
out from the
Garden of Eden
and I bet her
on the inside for a win
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