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Mine now lonely
I remember
the rush
the flush;
her tresses ‘pon mine flesh
were floating
softly caressing,
as her whisper in mine ear
Yesss,
as I muse
of those memories
in mine now lonely,
this pen I hold dear
‘pon mine slip
sweats,
as did she
above I
on those long and loving
summer nights
I surly missed all my friends here,
much love to you all poets !
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