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Text What light-speed words arriving made you smile, A private gentle blush and look away, To some

unseen imagined secret place, And brought such signs of joy to your lovely face. I, passing by, at eighty miles an hour, Fell in love with you for all of time, Or til the next e-mail and business call, Erase your lovely face for once and all.

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