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By Dorothy Tarpley

You’re the OBJECT of my affection

Unless, of course, you OBJECT

This isn’t a CONTEST of wills

You can always CONTEST or accept

Right this MINUTE I’m crossing my fingers

And planning each MINUTE detail

I’ll WIND up my plans when you answer

Hope the WIND isn’t cut from my sail

Surely you’d never DESERT me

I’d be lost in the DESERT for sure

If you’ll give me some LEAD on your feelings

I’ll get the LEAD out and offer a cure

This PROJECT is making me crazy

I PROJECT that I won’t sleep tonight

Till a CONTRACT is reached on our love life

I’ll CONTRACT till the spark reignites

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