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A Love Poem She always does what's best for me like a bird singing happily in a tree; the bare essentials of the life we live are all that's required of us to give. She likes to give of herself so sweet like that happy bird going tweet-tweet; a voice full of pep, a smile sincere, the way she breathes is, oh, so dear! Her quirks attract me, oh so much, warmth and love from a tender touch. She likes to cuddle sweet and close, whisper happy thoughts, tickle my toes.
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