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PRIMITIVEMuse amuses musings in soul There forever Word's wondrously wrap whole world Ball turns with blue, orange, green Prevalentine where Cupid's hearts now rule It was canola fields, blanket on the dirt Full bright skirt from India Sitting on your lap, bucket of canola flowers With the powers To heal Skin Amen! Silky, soft, smooth Feeling Sends Valentines to the Ceiling Where the ceiling is God The floor is nature The divinity, the primitivity Of this Valentine, my muse. 2/11/2007 1900 cj Vote for this poem
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