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WIFE OR ROBOTHe's so territorial I am his possession He becomes dictorial When I write confession Why does he have to search Through my books for poetry Just like a eagle perched Awaiting to pounce on part of me The part of me I love so well The songs there in my heart The part of me that will tell That makes me thank I'm smart Do you really have any worth When your feelings you cannot express Feelings not meant for this Earth But from a higher place so blessed Take away a person's freedom of thought Try to drive passion from their mind Then a robot's what you've got One who's hard cold metal and unkind. 6/4/1996 cj Vote for this poem
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