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October 27, 2019

 

 

 

Her tender lips, define her face.

Her swaying hips, so full of grace.

 

The little dimples in her cheeks.

The lilting accent when she speaks.

 

Her mind complex, so complicated.

Her answers not anticipated.

 

The thoughts that linger, when she goes.

The vision of her upturned nose.

 

Her cheeky smile, her goodbye glance.

Her carefree walk, her sprightly dance.

 

The lasting moments, there to treasure.

The mine of memories, that bring pleasure.

 

All that she is, I wouldn’t change,

or one thing, would re-arrange.

 

To me, Mendotta, was my fate.

To me – the world, alas too late!

 

 

 

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