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[bodytext] => How sweet is my girl Joan whom I adore. Much like an ancient goddess handed me then by Zeus great god known from ancient lore. This my Athena, choicest maid that be. To my heart's closed door she now holds the key. All I have I give free on low bended knee. This my love I have laid before your throne A source for thy well being my dear Joan. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 24 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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