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Nov 2021
She was like you -
    Never held before.
        My nervous grip brand new

             Not nearly as scary -
           But beautiful.
         Still, I remain wary

     Exquisite beast -
         You need me.
             For now, at least

       As my eyes close -
    I feel.
Relief.
A poem for my son
Written by
James R  Venezia
(Venezia)   
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