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as I sat to myself thinking..

The pen is all I had

"how could this happen to me"

no where to turn to.

I had given my best,

a blessing nice.

My mind had held my body captive.

It selfishly held my thoughts at bay

It always had me in arm's reach 

I heard a soft yet firm voice

In the eloquent and confident voice

of Condy Rice, 

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As I sat in that adroit poise

 lascivious impending with all that reach

memory swayed  swerved

as my memory reached Congress that day

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It began teach. She said

Willie do you remember

each night... do you remember me

provocative twice

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Her words  caused a mental sway

in my stomach it felt like 

butterflies and quiche 

She was not naive as she once was

back in the day

back before the degrees 

when life was so full with 

destiny of luscious play

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memory swayed

as my memory reaching our caucous

with its luxurious feng shuii 

bookee glistened a certain

resonance of tems sway

in me was breed memories

wonderlust..... as iSHOWSPEED 

stream slayed

type AI flicks type Ibrahim Traore

teaming memories stream

past inlays