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Mar 2015
so gentle were the years of my youth
eyes beaming, gleaming, like tiny colorful moons
never a day too long, or too hard

times alone weren't lonely times
no judgment shown, there were no crimes

firsts as frequent as a feeding dove
first snow, first kiss, first love

so very gentle were those years i long for
of course, i can't go back
i would die for that
Jason Cole
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Jason Cole  49/M/Guntersville, AL
(49/M/Guntersville, AL)   
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