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Harly Coward Oct 2014
I didn't meet you that long ago,
But now the wind knocking rain drops,
From the tree tops,
Sounds like an orchestrated symphony.



But the long love lettered lips,
Tell me that in turn they push onto mine with passion.
Because you have my full and undying attention.

All do to one,
small,

silly,


Fluke.
DaSH the Hopeful Aug 2014
I can write poetry when you call
And just a few lines when you write
But when there's no contact at all
*The pages of my notebook remain white

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