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| A poetry Web site |
| worth reading. |
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| Tickle Time |
| the feet of Fate, |
| and maybe the old |
| man will laugh. |
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| Tickle Time. |
| His laugh will cause |
| the wind of love to |
| whisper from your lips. |
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| Tickle Time. |
| 'Meet you at the gate, |
| and watch the horses |
| run on the glass track. |
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| Tickle Time. |
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| This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall |
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