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Empty Nights
There might not be as much joy as say The exciting life of the beginning’s morn We can all claim to adore the day But the last requiem would not agree | In the day, you work and you play Yet you cannot leave the night scorned The world spins when the sun isn’t away…
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My First Love
I look across the room and Not to far from me, I See a woman so astonishing, she Has beautifully rich skin with A perfectly quaffed face, gorgeous, Big, dark eyes with dark, Long eyelashes curling up at The sky, she has such a Cute little nose and mouth, no One can dare insult her…
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Saorise Chantrey: The Sleeping Beauty
A man named Paul Johnson came across a woman lying in her bed, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her It was as if he was enchanted by a visit from a divine being He stumbled across the rocks in the field to get to her and her bed The woman’s name: Saorise Chantrey…
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