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Aug 2015
You cannot hold life,
Only a little then
It starts to squirm.  After
All love is free.  Time goes
by and nothing happens
This is peace.  We barely
Notice. ( till its gone) the
Flowers growing wild
On the way home.
Written by
David Bernard Scully  75/M/South Florida
(75/M/South Florida)   
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   Ariel Baptista and GaryFairy
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