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Illusion

Illusion Don´t mention the moon, but it looks like a rocking chair made gold platted by lovers restless hands and dreams. Park benches soft as duvet when you hold around her not trying to blow cigarette smoke in her hair. Moonlight has made her face forgiving, you know she has been married twice and has two grown up children. Yet you love her tonight while the moon paints her hair golden.

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Date: 8/3/2012 8:01:00 AM
This is nice Jan. Sometimes I forget the vulnerability of men. love, Kathy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 8/3/2012 8:17:00 AM
ideed my dear men are vulnerable beings
Date: 8/2/2012 7:04:00 PM
sometimes the illusion is enough. a very fine poem!
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 8/3/2012 8:18:00 AM
Yes iLene...sometimes it is

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