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in the wink of a cowgirl's eye

Elizabeth Taylor on the set of "Giant"- photograph by Frank Worth


it's all in the wrist
these ol' rope tricks

what the arm
dangles

is merely
an accessory

a way
to pass the time

while i spin you
violet wild & plum dizzy

it's all in the eyes
this ol' cowgirl throws

a quarter inch 
of batted lash

goes for miles & miles of...
goodness knows

 2014-Rene

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  1. I will always see National Velvet when I think of Liz.

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  2. what a wonderful photo - very flirtatious cowgirl - with the mysterious violet wild eyes - loved this - K

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  3. Hey Rene!

    "while i spin you violet wild with mystery"?

    Beautiful. Absolutely love it.

    Indigo x

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  4. Really nice, have a good Sunday

    Much love...

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  5. I love the sauciness in this! Cool write!

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  6. My faves 'while i spin you
    violet wild & plum dizzy'

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  7. violet eyed and plum dizzy....gorgeous!...x

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  8. "while i spin you
    violet wild & plum dizzy"-love that! Enjoyed this Rene!

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  9. It's all in the wrist
    Those old rope tricks...

    And isn't it just? :-) You are speaking to all of our inner cowgirls...

    Pearl

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  10. She was very often all in a spin.
    A special lady.
    Loved your poem
    Had to use humour for mine - Eddie :)

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  11. A spin for sure... she sparkled in her days..

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  12. "quarter inch
    of batted lash"
    Oh I like that. So true that batted lashes and winks can do so much. I tried whispering in ears with limited success.

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  13. "Glory Days" I really enjoy this site and your verse!
    ZQ

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  14. Absolutely, goodness knows! This cowgirl wins!

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  15. Violet wild and plum dizzy - excellent!

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  16. its all in the eyes this cowgirl throws! great! enjoyed that.

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