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Aug 2015
On
You make me smile,
and the far sun hotter,
add rhythm to my potter.
Your dance in slumber out numbers all other,
my present tense that opens spaces;
I feel the sunshine on my face,
I feel your sunshine on my face.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
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