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Jan 2015
I was trying to compare your eyes to the beauty of an eclipse,
but somewhere along the line I was distracted by your lips .
Perfectly formed and beautifully red
The image of them bouncing round my head.
But it's not an image I want to forget
So I'll keep thinking of them for a while yet
A very old poem...
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   Eudora
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