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Jan 2015
At danu's spring, he licked his wings, and prepped his mind to soar,
but foresworn maid, with lowly heart he bade, goodye forevermore.
What wrath had she? She turned her cheek. No bitterness to behold.
He sought only luxury, she cared only for her sheep - thus love, it's cards did fold.
Reminder of those left behind in pursuits.
Jerome Austin Johnson
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   --- and Ariel Baptista
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