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Feb 2019
Sensitive to her sensibility,
I carefully craft my thoughts.
One blunder means embarrassment.
Two, humiliation.
Wishes must be weighed;
intent investigated.
She is worth taking every pain.
In reverence, I gaze into her eyes,
take her hand, do not speak.
Arlice W Davenport
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Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)   
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