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DEEPEST THOUGHTS With her legs crossed she sits away from me. Thin, robust with lips of rose. Her white chiffon blouse sends messages of seduction. I wonder should I try and would she turn away? So I take a breath and pass her by only smelling the flower. By Victor Reiner Believe it or not i used to write poems like this. Never made any money but it was fun..........