From samba and tapas to voting rights and college hoops. Maybe a poem now. Two? Perhaps a song. Dos? I think I see you. Quaffing our tumblers, here’s to beauty’s sweetest sweep.
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From samba and tapas to voting rights and college hoops. Maybe a poem now. Two? Perhaps a song. Dos? I think I see you. Quaffing our tumblers, here’s to beauty’s sweetest sweep.
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four-legged Luna / watches her namesake show off / best moon pie dog treat. The wind hints at rain so we see grandpa off and head for home, its windows “brazen in the setting sun.” pansy faces wink / as four Beatles sing their song / “I Want to Hold Your Hand”