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She's a clever one
Takes away the pain
With a few kisses won
Goes into your brain
Changes the blah to erotic
Atmosphere becomes dense
Music is intensely melodic
Mist grows over wall and fence

She's a good production
She'll have you composing poetry
Make your old body function
Set all the frustration free
Sets in a bottle like a genie
Until you let her in you
The White Widow's not a meanie
She knows hurt's a part of life too true

She has crystals shining white
Glorious God gift
Sparkle as the stars at night
Made to give the down a lift
When living is too much
You're in need of kisses
Let White Widow's mist touch
Your lips for fondest of wishes.

6/28/2015 1700PST cj

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