Exiled into Fantasy Three by Will Jones

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as if I am minutia or a toy

as I sat to myself thinking

in an open air garden scape

Rhonda was my age

on the bench with her aligned

as if maisha poised

our

ቶንሲል were intertwined

our passions were interlaced 

Her stockings were laced.

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and I

felt I was in Versailles 

as I sat to myself thinking

on the vestibule of a brownstone 

in Chicago...  that's how life (maisha) goes

on that bench with her disposed.

As I was with her at the

Art Institute of Chicago

after class.

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Those long nights as my memory told

So slim she felt right sewn

under the canopy of trees in her

dark-brown almond-shaped eyes shown

as soft as so stoic

She looked neurotic,

all testy and on go

as on gas type Phillips Conoco 

She looked Nilotic, and a texxy cocoa

her chemise woven  in

Vibe Design rococo Stitched

twin concentric & erotic logos

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