Why? Because Life/love is poetry waiting to be written
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Friday, July 29, 2011
Anything at All...
You could never Disappoint me Or hurt me Or grieve me You could not touch me With mere spoken word You could not Thrill me Or tease me Or move me And when you leave, dear It would not hurt You could not Insult me Or fulfill Or affect me By anything at all That you could do I would not remember Or care or feel Anything at all If I did not love you
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