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Oct 2011
His fingers caress her neck
Strumming her strings
So lovingly.
Black’s a dress she wears
Fitting to the curves
He strokes with firm hands.
Love is the music they play
An endless chorus
I can’t help but watch
Cheering from the crowd
Watching him play
His melody
Faith Melton
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Faith Melton
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   saun hutchings
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