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==DOCUMENT #008 - Poem for Irene ==  CONTENT:

'' To my beloved. ''

 Irene, your beauty is to me

Like scarlet begonias in a meadow,

 To you, my love I decree,

Across a sea of fire, I will follow

To your arms I return.



 On desperate oceans long won’t I wander,

 Thy flaxen hair, thy alabaster skin,

 Thy siren song have brought me asunder

 To the splendor of old Damascus,

 And the opulence of ancient Rome.



 Lo! In your radiant gown

 How swan-like I see thee stand!

 A large tome within thy hand –

<p class="MsoNormal"> A soul from a town

<p class="MsoNormal"> Of the Holy land!

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<p class="MsoNormal">'' Endless affection my Irene. Forever yours, Frederick Palmer. ''

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<p class="MsoNormal"> COMMENTS: I can’t write poetry for nuts. Have tried and failed since primary school. I stole this from Edgar Allen Poe’s To Helen and changed it up. So why do I have a poem? Cuz that’s what people do in those days and what better way to capture the feel than have one.