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We share a culture, same vernacularLove of physical humor and time spent aloneYou with your penchant for spontaneous adventsFor sticky unrests be unearthed and then goneYou are a gift renaissance with a winkWith tendencies for conversations that raise barsYou are a sage who is fueled by compassion comes toNooks and crannies as balm for all scarsYou make the knees of my bees weakTremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weakYou are a spirit that knows of no limitWho knows of no ceiling, who balks at dead endsYou are a wordsmith who cares for his brothersNot seduced by illusion of fair weather friendsYou make the knees of my bees weakTremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weakYou are a vision who lives by the signalsOf stomach and intuition as your guideYou are sliver of God on a platterWho walks what he talks and who cops when he's liedYou make the knees of my bees weakTremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weak
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