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It Is Forbidden
(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

It Is Forbidden

Poem By David Harris

The smiling eyes,
alluring lips
greet me everyday,
but in front of me,
there is a sign that reads,
you can look,
but you can’t touch.
It is forbidden to go there.
You have a wonderful life,
why fill it with despair.

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If your happy don't touch...10
...as it is with all things tempting, so it is, with longing that shlould not be addressed! Good write. Theo


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