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Meeleirrek
Mirages come
Mirages go
Some fade fast
Some very slow,
But Meeleirrek,
Meeleirrek stays
In the poet’s mind,
Her flowing hair
Her dancing eyes
Her glistening lips
Inviting thighs,
Yes Meeleirrek,
Meeleirreck plays
In the poet`s mind,
Her way of thinking
A heart so gentle
At times she`s crazy
Wild and mental,
But Meeleirrek,
Meeleirrek stays
In the poet`s mind.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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