I can be,
And at times I'm not,
A good man,
When it comes to women.
I bang my knees,
I stumble and fall,
But I always,
Pick myself up.
I am repulsed by the night,
Because I hate,
Lying in bed alone.
I need the sunshine,
On my face,
On my back,
It is my aphrodisiac,
I need,
The sunshine.
11/10/10 Alton Texas
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