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Feb 2015
I wish I was a wandering thought
In the heated wind I would be caught
to drift west through the ocean air
and move the perfume in her hair
A smile I'd see, a tear I'd feel
Her face I'd touch, her scent I'd steal
Written 19 OCT 2006 in Iraq
Written by
Chuck Canon
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