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Green Eyes
It was a legend
From boyhood he said,
Sipping his cappuccino,
No one makes love like
A green eyed woman,
He stared off into
Somewhere, someplace,
Sometime,
Who knows where time
Begins, where time ends,
How it bends,
I’ve never known a
Goddess with green eyes
Who’s magnets sync
With mine until now,
He stirred his cappuccino
Clockwise in a slow
Rhythmic up and down
Motion,
as if he was
The spoon and she,
The sweet foamy liquid.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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