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Post by Calaminty Jane on Feb 27, 2008 9:44:05 GMT -5
This is a great poem! by Lorna Russell
I love the way he looks at me, with eyes of darkest brown. And on his face, I must admit, I've rarely seen a frown. I love to run my fingers through his hair so soft and fine. And when he nuzzles at my neck, it sends shivers up my spine. He's never said a single word about the clothes I wear. And he never makes a fuss about the way I wear my hair. He always listens patiently when I really need to talk. And he's just as understanding, if all I want is a quiet walk. And, he knows how much I love him, because I tell him so, of course. Now if only I could find a man, As perfect as my horse!!
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