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Oh wife of mine might I meet you Might we Might we She a beautiful woman with her own atmospheric precance. A charming glory of fondness and glamour As subtle as rain and brash as the sea a refreshing drink of water Lady you are too me Ode to Love I thank God your mine Yielding to My Lovers Needs She then more than eager to yield to mine complaints or favors affording time to be together times Lovers should treasure

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