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Fortunately
Fortunately my
Eyes used to find love
Is blind, blindly I wish for the common flesh
I like the common man
To see through and through
It takes the honest emotion he gives
To subordinate to the love in me
My love takes the pro of past struggles
It insistently argue an analogical tale
It needs no fancies
Undecorated goes my love
When it sport an anniversary of beard
Where the jealous that enjoys him
Take control I am made his mate
When the urgency have possession
Of him and I am made his man.
poem
by
David E. Patton
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