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Apr 2015
Hope
The grass will not settle
Beneath our feet

Hope
The sun will rise
With wondrous oranges
And sleep will come

Hope
That hope is not wasted
Tasting a twinge of regret
May make hope sweeter

Hope
That hope is real
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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