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There was a time almost two winters ago when I had a genuine love, but didn’t know. A silly old man with his hair all gray, he sat at my table every weekend day. I never told him about the young lover in my bed, so why not play a while with the old man’s head? He gave me gifts and kind words to show his affection. For seven months I let his heart move in the wrong direction. One day I...
Added 19 Sep 2013 | Category Love Poems
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