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It was on a dirt trail in the South Carolina Marshes. We were looking over the tall grasses that lead to the bank of the Savannah river at a gorgeous panorama of the city. I was waxing poetic about beauty, fantasy, and American aesthetics. I recited lines from Whitman's "O Magnet-South!" She interrupted. "This is very lovely, but I need you to kiss me before you get too deep into it and I miss my chance."
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"In the room the women come and go
With Vodka-mixed orange Jello"
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