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Love came to the door one day demanding to be let in.
He folded his arms like a man.I crossed my legs like a woman.
What do you want from me? he asked.
I said, I want you to open your arms.He said, I want you to open your legs.
So we did.
Posted by sbpoet in *NEW*, The Love Series | Permalink
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