A Brief Poem for Cyrinda Foxe Category: Poems
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CYRINDA
Jean Jeanie Platinum Blonde as a toaster Wore Bowie's jacket and Marilyn's hairdo David and Stephen and Keith, none could keep up Glam as hell, red lips smack off the street and she's gifted to the music. Distant blood connection rings bright and stings like that goddamn guitar sound. Our El Segundo gal, a New York Doll
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