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SIPPING ON JUICE
An angelic trio of mere mortals
Comprised of solid family roots
Having excised devious deeds
From the expectant Quattro
Like a four-door Berlinetta
Body by Pininfarina
The great sculptor of form
On which modern movement is made
Balance, power, touch
How it feels
While it goes fast too much
Like a young teen on the outcast
Bumping with fortitude
Against a butterscotch ass
While models swoon
In their typical faux-romance
Mocking love and tenderness
As if a human was a rubber doll
Massaged and lubricated just so
Instead of the neuron filled rainbow
That is the human mind in part
While filled with atomic quarks
Sub-particles dedicated to bliss
Finding an outlet no matter the kiss
Whether dawn or dusk or midday noon
The chance to love comes much less true
Unless you reach out to touch
To seize mighty day
To know her magnificence
Is to touch her in an intimate way
Only accessed with a smile
And a sincere sense of truth
That this is love and love is the juice 151110.1
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