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 Feb 2014 Ken Marvel
Jonny Angel
With skies bursting madly,
we sat on the veranda
hugging our bodies,
searching each others eyes,
crying.

You sat there stoic
& with me so heroic,
we kissed to
the tune of rainfall
& teardrops.

Sadly,
though I tried,
I never did learn French,
but your English was perfect
like this memory.

— The End —