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            i once knew a nice and sweet

             young man and white lighting

             was his name, his wavy hair

           always blew in to the wind and

           his gorgeous brown eyes lid up

        the night because he was a defender

           of every thing that was right ,

         he told me to close my eyes and

        release all of my pain to the skies

      it took me to a new ulimate high  with

     him as he whispered something into my ears

      and when i then looked up  he dissapeared

      because he knew that his job was done   .

      



       me and my best freind wrote this poem

      so he gets half of the credit on this to

       c g thank 's so  much peace for now .

      



            this poem is all mine