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Why I love Robin
Contributed by
Montra
on
Tuesday, 22nd June 2004 @ 02:16:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Robin.
An Indian, in India.
Me.
An African-American, in America.
And Robin sees in me,
what no American man sees...
that I am, and always was,
a lady.
That's all.
So he is,
the only man I want to marry.
He IS,
the only man I would ever marry.
And I,
can feel his tender touch and kiss.
Oh, how I wish!
He was here with me,
instead of there.
To hold me near,
and make me feel forever like a lady.
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Montra
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2004-06-22 14:16:34]
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Re: Why I love Robin
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by Dusty on
Tuesday, 20th July 2004 @ 07:01:04 PM AEST
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Very sweet. I thought this one was cute and a bit sad.
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