POETRY BOOK ONE: Poems People Like to Silently Move Their Lips While Reading
Denise, The Nice

Denise, the nice,
Tonight thine eyes are my demise,
Entice the highs thy knows arise;
Thy knows thine eyes disguise delight.

Denise, the nice,
Thy knows to night thine eyes so bright,
Denies dawn has the skies to light;
Thine eyes reprise sunrise tonight.

Denise, the nice,
Thy owes my eyes tonight’s surprise,
Thine eyes amuse despite replies;
Though nice invite delights unwise.

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