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The Poetry of Michael Langston


(89) THREE LITTLE WORDS

These words can never hold you,
Nor take you in their arms,
Nor gently touch your moonlit face
Amidst this night's sweet charms.

But if these words were magic,
If such things these words could do,
I'd send these words,
These words of love,
To be tonight with you.


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