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+Trust The Master Touch+©Before his touch fell upon my cheek, others begged much so brave yet meek. Now a king sits upon his throne; for not only my cheek but my lips are his and his alone. Ah yes before he kissed me, only beggars dared to try. Now that i've tasted royalty, to settle for less i'd rather die! Copyright ©2006~S@L Vote for this poem |
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