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FANTASYHappy New Year I wish I could hold you near Hold that red beard on your face Get you alone at my place I dream, I'm single So are you All the things I write about We attempted to do New Year's Eve I'll be at Indian Hills Having a few drinks Forgetting about life's many ills I'll be with my husband And Kirk and Kim Laughing and dancing I'd rather be with him Alone at my house Lights down low Kissing that red beard Baby, I think you already know. 12/28/1994 0200 cj Vote for this poem
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