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Jan 2014
YOUR love,came as a promise,but turned into a keeper,eventually allowingyou,to explore with yielded permission, the territory of my responses,that was so long ago, and like all loves ,in this life,the new turned into the old, sweet like aged wine or cheese,each moment of time, I long to keep, my passion, desire, stirred fresh,and to have and hold,this present love forever
Written by
victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
(Philadelphia pa19144)   
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   Sally A Bayan
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