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It's a wide world out there

So much wider than imagined

I can't quite put my finger on the pulse

Of your heart softly beating

Just beneath the raw silk sheen

That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills.

So punch my name.

And in case you wonder -

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Executive accommodation

Bland but nonetheless appealing

Waiters discretely at your beck and call

Place the tall sun-down potion

Lightly by your velvet elbow

While you compose a message on the wall.

So punch my name.

And in case you wonder -

I'll be yours - yours, dot com.

With your handmade leather valise

Packed and ready, ready waiting

Showered and dressed down lightly for the heat

Gice a clue; leave a kind word

Hint as to a destination

A domain where our cyber-souls might meet.

So punch my name.

And in case you wonder -

I'll be yours - yours, dot com.