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By Kirsten Crowley
I have, perhaps, never lived until this very moment.
Among koi of white
Up in a Caribbean where water is
Never there but always seen
I have discovered that maybe the sap of love can
Run from trees of iron.
The queen I have told stories of but never dreamed of;
She dubbed me the luckiest man in the world tonight,
And sealed my great fortune permanently with her
Crescent ivory kiss.
I am forever enamored,
A true believer.
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Document last modified on: 03/06/2005