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Hands, Brown, slender, strong Are not the ones that caress me Hair, Dark, curly, boyish Is not the kind I smooth Eyes, Deep, earnest, yearning Are not the ones I wake to One half the sentiment is there But the dreams-- Vivid, honest, longing-- Are not what greet me with the day What on earth do I do with that?
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
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Hands, Brown, slender, strong Are not the ones that caress me Hair, Dark, curly, boyish Is not the kind I smooth Eyes, Deep, earnest, yearning Are not the ones I wake to One half the sentiment is there But the dreams-- Vivid, honest, longing-- Are not what greet me with the day What on earth do I do with that?
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
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