uploaded March 4, 2014.
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(poetry)
"The Chance"
Eyes so tender - moist with love
When I was with you my dear
time rolled by too fast
Your words I treasure
from place to place our souls laughed
comforting our youthful inhibitions
Beneath moonlight souls feast
Our bodies free of lust
We were temples given to God
Thoughts of you my dear
I wish continued into spiritual bliss
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