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INTELLIGENCE

Kind eyes peer 
out of pages 
gentle features 
of grace replace 
calculated poses 
touched by 
the sun-The sun 
brush-stroked 
color --into his 
cheeks and face 
hints of roses. 
And yes 
I believe 
my eyes as they 
report. 
No doubt- 
Obviously we have 
met here before.. 
Yet unscathed 
by this world 
We come back 
There could be more 
like us 
So we are here 
to watch and wait

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