Jennifer

Like most kids from my generation, she was born and raised in out broken home nation
Autumns brilliant hue of orange and gold, her embrace cut us from the same fold
From the granite face of a red Georgia mountain, To the sun grazed grace of a springtime fountain
Came the warm radiance of her lover's smile, Gave me the emotion of a man and the love of a child
I saw the moonlight caress the cleft of her chin, I felt her eyelashes brush against my skin

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