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Submit (Pimple) by Bankrupt_Word_Clerk
She gracefully walks.
A disciplined bearing,
she floats across the square.
sublimity in sneakers
glides into my presence.
her face delights in her smile.
her eyes hold me.
An elegant neck half-turned their ally.
eyes shining,
ears peaking through hair
softer than a night in Wales on the Irish Sea.
if I told her every day for a year,
would she know I'm at her feet?
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.3333335
Weighted score: 5.0397344
Overall Rank: 7164
Posted: June 25, 2005 2:16 AM PDT; Last modified: June 25, 2005 2:16 AM PDT
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softer than a night in Wales on the Irish Sea."
The good stuff of love poems. If only the rest matched it.