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Mar 2020
The sun doesn’t match your beauty
The wind can’t change your face
The seas will rise to greet you
As you wander with poise and such grace

The world will revel in your company
The birds will follow as you laugh
The chime of a million heartbeats
Smother you like bubbles in a bath

The men find their legs have left them
The women all copy as you go
The smell of your hypnotic perfume
Is like an arrow fired from Cupid’s bow
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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