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Ode to Poe

Poe be his name, doom and
despair be his game.

He speaks of many things,
and tells of a time when he wore a golden ring.

A love of yesteryear, ebony black was her hair.
Skin so soft and creamy, so sweet and fair.
Eyes brilliant as blue diamonds and a heart of pure gold.

Tears of pain and regret befalls him when
he speaks her lovely name�"Virginia."

The Angels came one dark dreary night
and took his Virginia forever from his life.
He still mourns and cries for his sweet young wife.

"Oh! Virginia my love!
Why?� Oh! Why?"

Ah! Poe�
A question only God can answer�
as you well know.

Jackie R. Kays
� 4/7/07

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