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Everything I WantI lie with you in the glistening dew of the early morning,and with gentle words portray the thoughts of my mind. In the warm heat of the rising sun I proclaim the warmest desires of my heart. In the soft morning breeze the passions of my soul are cautiously revealed. Beneath the swaying limbs of the old oak trees everything I need is unveiled. And with your soft kiss upon my trembling lips everything I want is given to me. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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