Tommy Whisenhunt

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Watching clock dials,
And bare bleach walls
I'm treading tiles
Anticipation; i'll play ball
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Floating in, it's late in the night
She props up, her hair is a fright
Those brilliant gems and that BIG GRINN
There's always a grinn
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Summertime
Belgian White; nights ardor
It's perfect; refined
And never a bore
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Maybe we'll go to France another day.
We'll go the 'the Paris of America' as Alfred Hitchcock once said.
The city by the bay.
Home of architecture, rolling hills, fog, the missions, Alcatraz and sour dough bread.
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These last few days gave me an epiphany.
I discovered this incredible lioness.
She is you --Tiffany!
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I transferred through the minerals of the earth
When I arrived they called it a birth
It was with great talent and a bit of girth
Someone whispered and said I had worth
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