Tag: sonnet
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The Fall
. Your long tan legs, your shiny brunette hair Who was I to long for your lips on mine And why would I dare think I had a prayer But I looked in your eyes and saw a sign . You came for me with those emerald eyes Your breath in my ear that said…
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The Dean’s Office
. There in the front worked an angel so rare With pouting red lips and skin velvet cream The sunbeams dance through her long golden hair At night, she sings in my electric dreams . I can see it all, like an epic poem Yes we build a love that will never die Raise perfect…