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Sep 2015
She smelled of honey lemon and rose blossoms,
She had a soft and shy smile,
She held a scared look in her eye,
I knew as soon as I heard her laugh,
That I had been shot by an arrow,
An arrow held by a girl with who smelled of honey lemon and rose blossoms.
Sam
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   Cecil Miller
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