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Date: Sun, 16 Jul 2006 12:00AM PDT)
From: Send an Instant Message "John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>  
Subject: You Stir My Soul
To: weekends@cnn.com

You Stir My Soul

 
You stir my soul.
 
The straw in my drink.
 
Clock wise.
 
-counter clock wise-
 
From side
 
            To side.
 
Making me think.
 
As I stare beyond the glass
 
And run my fingertips through
 
Some unruly chlorine curls.
 
(Love makes your hair grow).
 
Sun kissed lips recall being
 
Under blue skies and in a gentle
 
Wind among trees and flowers
 
& houses and parked cars &
 
barking dogs in fenced in yards.
 
You stir my soul.
 
Like a straw in my drink
 
As I think of you
 
While the wind stirs our spirits
 
And bring our vibes closer together
 
Like a sealed letter delivered by the U.S. Mail.
 
And under the sun my feet touch the ground
 
While my head spins round when I think of you
 
And how Im stirred like a drink in your hand.
 
Oh, how I love to live everyday everyday
 
Like a sealed letter delivered by the U.S. Mail.
 
And under the sun my feet touch the ground
 
While my head spins round when I think of you
 
And how Im stirred like a drink in your hand.
 
 
Best of the Roses,
John    mystrawhat.com
July 8, 2006
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Poetry  By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
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