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We may not have the power to change time,
but time is the power that is forever changing us !
The beauty of woman – to be caressed by eyes of man.
To know and feel passion – the tender touch of his hand.
What she really desires – insight into man’s mind.
to know that man is sincere – is honorable and kind.
Filling her hours, days with -- laughter, talk and joy.
In the end, to learn -- he is not just another little boy.
That she has not become – just another boy toy.
In his pursuit game – playing a part, being coy.
B. J. “A” 2
April 7th 2005
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