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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He was sun-scorched, flame-torched stood tall, strong as a brick wall loose-hipped, well equipped in for the count, without a doubt expert tracked, surprise packed spurs jangled, wild mustang wrangled I should have, could have but I was lost, dust-bowl tossed; in Trouble! In a mess, I confess as he turned, my body burned fanned my face, acting chaste he was endearing, God-fearing a lop-sided smile, immaculate styled I could have run, fired my gun but I only choked, when he spoke, he was ice cool, me more the fool; he's Trouble! He tipped his hat, steel-grey eyes of a cat heavy lidded, my heart skidded, he said, 'Maam?', took my hand his cornfield hair, his unnerving stare I might have, right have high-tail, hit the trail the preacher grins, there's all my kin now side-by-side, my downhill slide; into Trouble! All curtailed, I in veil 'Do you take?, my mistake? white wedding gown, two hearts pound next the ring, my clammy skin my Pa's tears, must squelch my fears all too late, more my fate the thrown rice, last minute advice my Mama's bliss, that sweet kiss; of Trouble! Blushing bride, our buggy ride all alone, our log cabin home white picket fence, it all makes sense just me and you, the mountain's view angels singing up above, it must be love carried past the oven door, need I say more? a four-poster bed, enough said 'What a Man!', to our life plan; without Trouble! ©25/02/2012
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