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Jan 2011
How sweet that an unwritten face
kisses me on this last hour
of Now before the
Not Now of tomorrow.

Across the wind of Einstein's count
And upon hopeful pigeon's wing
I kiss you back
And wish you happy sun.
Written by
Timothy Mooney
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