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the orange
juice
is sweet.
the floor
is cold
beneath
my feet.
but soon
to bed
i will
retreat
with you
for love --
a morning
treat.
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i wrote this poem, along with aces in the bank, during the middle 1980. i don't know if it's a song or poem or lyric. if you have any suggestions, then please leave them.
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