One Decent Man
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James McLain
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She likes direct eye contact the different
Shades of dusk, before the sun set's.
Ready she is and I am.
Equal thoughts and of like mind, once where
The bud now a rose.
Preferences may cross her ruddy red lips
At night when she sees the moon.
Long is the life time short are the day's
As months turn into years.
Yea, she sees he is kind and gentle of heart
Verily her steps he finds.
He now walks along the green bank's and she
On the other side now thinks, there walks a decent man.
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