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Journey, stumbling lost backtracking
Underground questor lost her glasses.
Love obsessive-compulsive-freak,
Ice in mountains, snow
Evening blue and longing,
Time's gate, the Past I seek.
Wife, my first identity,
Ashes
Load this jury rig, while
Dreams are mostly found in trees,
Respect, Aretha, we all need some,
Old and on the phone to children,
Northern sirens call out to me.
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Love and best wishes,
Regis
what I expected from your loaded pen. Excellent. -gene.
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D
Excellent response and among your finest work, both elegant and revealing.
John
In Christs Love
Michelle~