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if i had the talents of a piano player
i would serenade you with these words.. poetry is my form of the blues
and you are my reoccurring muse
they don’t exist anymore, women of your stature
your intellect, simply excels
and that causes my mind to dwell in your… perfection
because baby, that you are
and i don’t believe in luck
but i am a believer in the stars
and its apparent that the goddesses are watching over me
because.. here you are

Jay G