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The Handy Man

The handy man is always available by my night or day. I’m being stringent to say my very least to his very best. All potential clergymen are put through his trickery test Oh my God at these odds and ends his mind dare weigh. He is intricately susceptible in light seeking a pardoned way, He overcomes the homeliest just by his daily authentic quest. In about a day or two will come his much timely needed rest! Estranged in a time of several times where his mind did stray. Caught up in clouds he drifts yet further away slicing thin. Pondering many thoughts per milliseconds flood his gates. Consuming ideas overwhelm his deep words drawn within. He forms heaps of potential until he himself smears slates. Single handedly he comes with his charts already mapped with my plan! After all, he is quite elaborate when I exclusively need my Handy Man!

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Date: 8/11/2009 6:05:00 AM
I have enjoyed reading your poetry today. I hope to read many more written by you Ann. Love, Carol
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