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Oct 2014
oh my dearest Ann, how you gently hold my heart
your tender touch massage my dreams yet told
how dare you kiss me with lips so bold
knowing these feelings for you I gave from the start

I know of a place, where we both can hide
far away from the snears of prying eyes
who's to say what they are thinking, their curious minds
I'ts really their frighting selfs, they need to find
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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