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(1999.07: 082) while we're driving back from making love in our sacred place and counting the lines behind your glasses How I love the free verse you wear etched in make-up I smile and you glance at me reluctant to leave the hardroad for a fatal instant But I can see we've written another couplet and I know this road will not hold you between its narrow lines much longer  Poem copyright 1999; all rights reserved. (If you desire a copy of this poem, please contact the AUTHOR). |
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