Les Wordsmore Biography

I'd love to write a poem for you
Want to make it good
I want it to be romantic
As you might think it should
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Echoes turn to ecstasy
As empty halls
Fill with love
Hallowed hollers
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To you I give tulips. I have two as well
Yours are the two lips that stores cannot sell.
But these tulips I've purchased have fulfilled their duty,
To chiefly, if briefly, remind me your beauty
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Be still, my sweet
Until again we meet
Be quick, my feet
And return me to shore.
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All the eyes I've encountered,
Brown, hazel and green,
None truer, none bluer
Than yours have I seen.
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