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At 49 I was in a virgin way
We went there all the way You didn't seem to care, it was a first The thunder came and my sky burst Raining down pourin' through The special way I treated you It will be long in the future Until that kind of nurture I give devotedly to my man He took my gift and turned to bland While my taste buds raced As he walked out the door of this place. 10/29/2005 0900 cj Vote for this poem
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