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                 My babe is like a horse



        galloping freely upon a beautiful water side



  destined to see and venture for a free ride to paradise



   He is  like a summer breeze blowing thru my cruly hair



   preament like a rip into my cruvy black blue jeans



      as seashells go sandcovered all over the beach





    He is like a roaring ocean bank washing  me clean





           not trying to be mean  or  ignore u



     from  all the pain and misery of this curel earth



        for once you get baptized and go under holy



       water  you are  born again as a new person



He is like  the lushious red roses that continue to bloom



and still remain beautiful no matter what  u do to them   .





This poem is not all done yet i will be back to finish it .



       * Written By GT June 18, 2005   2:20 pm  *