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Apr 2015
Dawn is to dusk
How i may be with my love
I doth not wait for her
Dare i say i move on?
I maybe going nowhere
But she moves much too fast
I may think to quicken my tempo
Where she will only crash
William McLaughlin
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William McLaughlin  Springdale Ar
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