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The first...
A red feathered boa framing her fine featured beauty,
With soft red lips picturing a smile sent from her heart;
Could it be that she might have been thinking of me,
When posing for this photo they call a glamour shot? |
The second...
Now she poses in a pair of short 'n' sexy blue overhauls
Yet, when I gaze upon her, I see a soul filled with a kind of intuition
While sensing that her warm smile would elicit a response
That it was me who was meant to smile back in mutual recognition. |
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The third...
A pretty gown of red surrounding her soft feminine features
Once again framing her lady charms, while I sit here and sigh;
Realizing full well that this picture of womanly perfection is she
Who has come to love me more sweetly than I will ever know why. |
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The fourth...
A much older woman with the same bright eyes and sweet smile,
Looking up with an expression of a joy for he whose love did abide;
No longer a picture of alone beauty, she now has a new photo album
Filled with countless flashes of life shared with me standing by her
side. |
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