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Nov 2015
Our crossed paths just stopped one day
Wasn't my breath thrown at the candle
Nor hers who threw the magic away

We danced around while it was still lit
Turning and churning our feet softened the ground
Planting that path of our ever gentle growth

Crowds would take time just to gather
Eager to watch our simplictic cantor
Yet in our eyes was releasing the way

Now reaching back to that one day
They gathered round for Loves next lesson
And a force greater than ours blew it away
john p green
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john p green  florida
(florida)   
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