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    Entry for February 26, 2009
    Details of her beauty is define in rhyme from his lips


    She’s the definition of perfection exemplified as excellence


    She intoxicate is Mental, while she floats erotically


    And


    Tap dancing on his Soul


    She is perfect


    He mutters loudly so his boys can hear


    And


    Mostly because he can’t believe that he is the Luckiest guy in the world


    With a Model chic


    Dime


    Piece

    He never ask about her valuesAnd she neverNever mentions HerDreamsBut she is flawlessAnd he’s envied by eyes that thirst to behold his PrizeAll because she is BeautyFlawlessHis idealOf The Ultimate Prize…food for thought

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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