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Jan 2017
She
Her hair was a rose of
wonder that I fancied
touching, envisioning
sweet caress of tender-
mossy skin on softened
shore of wet peat-bog,
sinewy, wispy essence
true, intoxication oceanic
Ogyges-blue, observe a
mechanized Sol-to-solace
too, what I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I in
my solicitude and appre-
-hensive about her truth,
Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-
-I-I-I-I
know, I know and I-I-
-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-ah
I know oh, oh, if
I lose her, if she go-oh-oes, I-I-I,
I-I-I, I-I-I,
will, will die-eye-I-I-I,
I will die-eye-I oh, oh, oh, oh,

my love I will die-eye-I-I-I, oh my
my love will die-eye-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-Iā€¦
My love will die-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-Iā€¦
* My Love Will Die!
David John Mowers
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David John Mowers  43/M/Raleigh
(43/M/Raleigh)   
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