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Nov 2011
Hair blowing in the breeze
Smiles put on with ease
Her voice are waves on the shores of my ears
Continuously wearing down my fears.
We walk down this winding street
We leave navigation to our feet
Our heads are in the clouds
Where smile to much and talk to loud
The clouds are cotton candy and the sun is a butterscotch
No time, no watch
Just you and me
To the end of eternity whenever that may be.
Patrick McCombs
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