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a poem for ms. thing

a poem for ms. thing

Wednesday, July 26, 2006 1:34 AM



Good night wishes to the woman who claims she loves me:


She thinks

Her nose crinkles

No description for her beauty

One of a kind'

One of a decade

One of a generation

One of all times

Men have dreamed of less

Some men don't have the dream because they cannot imagine the beauty

But this is not a dream

She loves me

And I know I will set her free


Its all in her eyes

What does she want?




I am the man.

Follow her eyes

Give it to her old boy.

by: the doberman.

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