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Deborah Reich 
This morning I made coffee
with milk & two sugars--
took it back to bed, lay down with it. Klutz.
Spilled it.
And that was the last clean shirt--
It´s laundry day anyway--
Took the shirt off, threw it on the pile,
went back to the kitchen,
made myself another coffee
one sugar, this time--
it´s grocery day too--
carried it to the open window;
I´m a perfect height--
when I stand next to the window
my tits lie sweetly on the sill
sticking their little noses out.
There´s nothing finer than a spring breeze
on your tits.
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