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It comes and stays
Oh the lays
Are there for me

It's black and white
That actions are right
While words come to be read
I take this poetry to bed

Will love I'm tired
As passion's wired
To have some skin on mine
Smooth, warm, divine

It's written, read
Smitten, then the fires dead
It's all I have to learn
Gray embers stirred can burn.

7/22/2006 1030 cj

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