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December 2003 Poetry Beauty written from the fingertips
of a man I hardly know.
They strike my hearts chords,
playing each song slow.
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Simplicity in every thought.
Perfection in every rhyme.
Conversations never end,
I'd have them any time.
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This friendship but two days old,
he puts a smile on my face.
No end to the words he says,
non of which I would erase.
~*~ Jill ~*~
