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She Stole It

She stole it The moment I saw her She took it from me I don't mind though When I found her again She still had what she took Al that time After years I thought I got it back But then she just took it again She stole it with love She stole it with cuteness She stole it with beauty She has taken what was mine She has taken what belongs to me She has taken what I will now call hers

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Date: 12/17/2017 12:50:00 PM
Nice sense of mystery about what was taken which allows the imagination to wander. Good balance with the repetition in the last two stanzas. A triumph of simplicity. Please eval one of my--thanks.
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Johannes Kemp
Date: 12/17/2017 4:25:00 PM
Thank you so much!

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