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Lumbee
Lumbee:
The black dove: unique and adored
She had experienced: all the love she could… endure
Cooing and swooning: she searched, and searched… just looking
The black dove growing tired and bored; she knew it: she knew, there had to be…something…more
The old Lumbee said “Come here my sweet: and perch here… next to me”
“Settle yourself; and speak”
“I am very good: at this (I will listen)”
“You are but… women”
“Black dove, sweet black dove; it is not the love you get… have you not learned yet?”
The old Lumbee said “honey…it…is…the, LOVE . . . I decide to give”
Lori
The black dove: unique and adored
She had experienced: all the love she could… endure
Cooing and swooning: she searched, and searched… just looking
The black dove growing tired and bored; she knew it: she knew, there had to be…something…more
The old Lumbee said “Come here my sweet: and perch here… next to me”
“Settle yourself; and speak”
“I am very good: at this (I will listen)”
“You are but… women”
“Black dove, sweet black dove; it is not the love you get… have you not learned yet?”
The old Lumbee said “honey…it…is…the, LOVE . . . I decide to give”
Lori
Published 23rd Aug 2014
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