All that and more of) it(do I have than
I need for me.
I see) it(in your face
I feel the blush) it(weakens your knees
I Bleet you
I miss you) it(will all ways be I not) it(
I held you..Bleet..Bleet) it) is
I who you know.
) it(
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From the heart of the poo writer...lovelly! Yes, It Is Poetry Dorothy