My Little World: Does This Make Me A Dictator?

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Monday, February 28, 2005

Frank

You’re voice is calm.
So soft and sincere.
Whenever it’s heard,
Vanished, are my fears.

You get me through.
You keep me bright.
With melodic strains,
With words always right.

Calm, am I,
When you’re with me.
My stress is gone.
And I feel free.

Relaxed and easy,
Are my nights.
When hypnotic poems,
Abate my frights.

When nice n’ easy,
Are my days.
My joy will sing,
In so many ways.

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