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Dec 2012
Whenever I come across a
Brother
With gleaming green eyes
The color of nature
I typically lose my breath
And all speech associated.
This type of behavior is not atypical from me.
Said the
Sister
With eyes the color of the forest
The color of enchantment
The color of her skin.
Brown
Like the color of the eyes of the tourist
Expeditioning
His journey within.
Ayaba Babe
Written by
Ayaba Babe  Fort Lauderdale
(Fort Lauderdale)   
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