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The State of My Heart
To Gaz, and her Game Slave 2
My heart burns with an inner fire
That cannot be tamed
By weasels, lemurs or piggies.
My heart leaps with a joy
That shall never be quenched
By shirley temples, fraps, or gatorade.
My heart aches with a deepness
That cannot be filled
By 'ludes, cement or beanbags.
My heart melts with a heat
That cannot be painted
By plumbers, cops or lawyers.
Be careful with it
Or the piggies will try to tame your own!
Scary, scary, red-eyed piggies.
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Ahh.....the warm feeling that comes from being an internationally published poet....