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just so ya know for sure...
These poem are about you Joanne...
More Red Hair Poetry
And Her Name Was Joanne
We had both know love before
just never like this
I should have known it would never last
even though her kiss, was made for me
and her name was Joanne
her lips were made for mine
her skin was so white
a white that drove me to the limits
of my animal desire's
her hair is red, real red like fire
and the sun loved to play games in it
she gave me a son, our son
and we were gonna do this
and we were gonna do that
and now I sit here, alone very still
and in my minds eye I can still see her
laying on that bed in the back room of our apartment
the sunlight shinning on herthat white skin
I wonder if she ever thinks of me like this?
they say it is better to have loved and lost
then to have never loved at all . . . is it ?
now that I know what I am missing
and I know, some other man is kissing
those lips and holding her close
it drives me crazy, I've become lazy
my love for her won't end never !
and her name is Joanne . . .
The Woman With Hair The Color Of Fire
©1996 Jim Nasium
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