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INSPECTOR
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THE DAY I FIRST MET HER

SHE MOVED ALONG LIKE A TIMED SLIDESHOW

WITH GACE AND CHASTE IN HER STRIDE

SWINGING LIKE A DESERT CARMEL

AND STEPPING O E EARTH LIKE IT HURTS.

THATS WHEN I FIRST SAW HER.

MEETING HER WAS A DREAM COME TRUE,

SPEAKING TO HER WAS LIKE MELTING THE SNOW.

HER VOICE LIKE THE OCEAN SINGING LOW

WITH NO TURBULENT WAVES TO ALTER THE FLOW

THATS WHEN I FIRST MET HER.

TOUCHING HER WAS LIKE FOOD TO A PAUPER

HER SKIN SMOOTH LIKE A KWASHAKORPATIENT

ACAR COULD MOVE ALONG ON HER AT 5000KM\HR

THATS WEN I FIRST TOUCHED HER.

...WAS NEVER IMAGINED.

YOU CANGUES HOW IT WAS LIKE.