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    INTO MY ROOM HE CAME... SO STRONG  YET SO GENTLE AND FROM ME S
    STOLE ALL THINGS MENTAL.   OFTEN I,VE TRIED TO RESTST THE CALM CARESS OF HIS FINGERS ,BUT HE"S STRONGER THAN I AND WILL HAVE HIS WAY ANYTIME, NIGHT OR DAY.  FAITHFUL HE IS NOT FOR WHEN I BID HIM COME HE WILL NOT .                                                                                                                 

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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