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Apr 2010
A cool morning breeze
sunlight on dew...
a child's laughter
and a lover's smile.
The physical pleasures
of work
good food,
maybe fine wine.
These are the end days
this is the first day...
There is no future
only the ever changing now.
What more can be said.- From Poetry Jam (on Toast)
Written by
stratton wayne stclair  64/M/Roanoke, Va
(64/M/Roanoke, Va)   
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