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Glassing you
from across the room,
trying not to stare
at a lady,
...I steal glimpses

Below the waist
swathed in blue blue -
A fiery appeal;
chili pepper heat
...I suspect

Gently I guide my sloop,
lengthy in the keel,
deep into your basin
...leaving wake as I come

'ah! Brazil'...
south of the equator
...one of many I've loved
from the shelter of this cell

Tomorrow I will be off,
as spin the orb I will

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