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Category: Writing and Poetry
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i said she was pretty she said that was witty
i said her beauty was like a rose she said i was blind to her thorns
i said i'd like to be between her long stems she said she's had enough lovers and friends
i said i could warm her cold feet she said she had socks and gas heat
i said i would love her forever she said that would depend on the weather
i said i could wait a little longer she said longer was much better
i said i was giving up and going for a walk she said come back to bed and let's talk
let's talk... (c) jim cole 10242009
1:03 PM
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