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Wee Hour Calling
I touched,
Not much,
I kissed,
He hissed,
I caressed,
He confessed,
I blow,
He grows
I hold,
He stole,
I billow,
He glows
I ride,
My pride,
His paradise,
He whispers,
You are twister,
We open our eyes,
To beautiful Sunrise.
*****
Not much,
I kissed,
He hissed,
I caressed,
He confessed,
I blow,
He grows
I hold,
He stole,
I billow,
He glows
I ride,
My pride,
His paradise,
He whispers,
You are twister,
We open our eyes,
To beautiful Sunrise.
*****
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