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Love came to the door one day
demanding to be let in.He folded his arms like a man.
I crossed my legs like a woman.What do you want from me? he asked.
I said, I want you to open your arms.
He said, I want you to open your legs.So we did.
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09 August 2007
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Well that's interesting poem. It could be read as the physical act or just wanting love to just enter in your life.
Posted by: Cathy | 09 August 2007 at 06:58 PM
Cute and clever - made me chuckle!
Posted by: Patti | 09 August 2007 at 10:40 PM
To the point..!!
Posted by: gautami | 10 August 2007 at 07:04 AM
Oh that really made me smile :-)
Posted by: rr | 10 August 2007 at 07:55 AM
Beautiful poetry. Really enjoyed my visit to your site.
Posted by: Lora | 10 August 2007 at 10:38 AM