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Jan 2016
I bleed for my needs.
I plant my own seeds.
So I can see how seeds need to feed.
Give them water and love.
Ask some sunlight from above.
As they grow to plants.
I touch them softly with my hands.
New life is a new beginning.
Touch my heart while I'm singing.
Joyce
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Joyce
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