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Mar 2017
The bending trees enclose
Below the vines we kiss my love
Fall back and be caught
My gift is the sunset
Sensual and warming
Yours is the pressing fingers
Into the hand
That created your perfection
For sound has colour
Sing and the voice raised will be divine
Darrel Weeks
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Darrel Weeks  48/M/Derbyshire
(48/M/Derbyshire)   
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