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Wondering
What turns us on and off
Between the brilliant sun
And the rainy days,
The fun and laughter
The sad and gloomy haze,
The sweet romantic nights
And the long and lonely ones,
What flips the switch
From high to low, Turns the itch
From dull to glow,
Why does just
The thought of you,
Melt some fuses
Cause some to grow.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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