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    what have you under there
    under that beautifully gelled hair
    under those sparkly blue eyes
    what have you but fancy lies
    and with such sincere dishonestly
    you play and trick and fool me
    under those perfectly sculpted pecs
    a heart of stone is all I get
    I would give all for your body to find
    but not a rusted penny for your mind

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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