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For my wife (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

She holds me like a soft summer breeze and kisses me with a doves wing. And when we make love we hold hands and become a placid pool.

Ranger 22-Apr-03/10:20 AM
Even better! The breeze is used much more effectively this time. 9




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