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Andre

Rating: 5.0

His eyes of blue
His silken blonde hair
The rows of prefect, white teeth
He still dances across my mind
Even after twenty-five years
How those lips floated on the stage floor
As we were probably the same age
O'Andre, my sweet cabaret dancer
You're the dove I fell for in Paris
But we never met

Now, single and middle-aged
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Sunday, July 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: summer time
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Fascinating story from the past, a poem so simple but heart touching and sweet.

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Mahtab Bangalee 26 July 2020

His all are wondering Stunning Provoking inside In this summer time! ! ! ! !

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