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Oct 2015
Oh my heart just skipped a beat, and in that fraction of time
Without prowless, without thought, without anything relevant, i stopped with it
And I played with it
In a funny kind of way i felt for it
And I made it my friend for life
When i became complacent and comfortable
I left this place, for better or for worse
It read my mind
And told a tale of roving fields and rising waves
Blue skies and ribbons flying
With white tangled flags, and boastful conceit
I stared at it with both eyes
I bid fairwell to that moment in time
With recluse and torment
I played with it, and i made it my friend for life
That moment in time, when my heart skipped a beat.
Randy Bryte
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Randy Bryte  London, Ont.Canada
(London, Ont.Canada)   
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