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Dec 2012
You're beautiful,
I am too shy,
I guess I'm just
That kind of guy.
Your soothing voice
Sounds of angels,
Every time you speak
I feel so warm.
I have no choice
But to feel you,
To hold you tight
With all my might
I squeeze you
'Til you scream in fright
Oh what a sight!
Light up the night.
But I am sad, why?
I haven't the courage
To look into your twinkling eye.
This poem is about a very old, very beautiful gal. She was born Tula, Russia in 1934 and goes by the name of Mosin Nagant.
Thomas Crone
Written by
Thomas Crone  Saratoga Springs, NY
(Saratoga Springs, NY)   
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