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Young Bachelor

Crescent moon shining upon her face
Her sweet lips smiling, my heart starts to race
Holding out her palm to me giggling with pride
For she had the truest man on her side
Grabbing her hand he goes to sweet abyss
Sweet dreams young Bachelor may you return from your bliss

Author notes

This poem was made by me, Laura Y.

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  • Manoj Sanyal
    March 14, 2008
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    Thank you for your participation.
    Nice poem.