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I'D Rather Be...
(15th May 1972 / Birmingham)

I'D Rather Be...

Pearls from the sea,
diamonds from the mountain.
White gold from the river's start,
beauties where we found them.

Poems from a scented pen,
written out on finest vellum.
Passages to a lonely heart,
with doors that seem always open.

All these are but transient things,
filling melancholy moments.
True poetry lies in sonnets of eyes,
rhyming rhythms of tender caresses.

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