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Jun 2016
You pound on my spine

And it echoes through to my head

Like I am a gong

And you are the man with the baton



When you arrive I feel alive

Because you bring the smell of thyme

Which evokes a positive state of mind

Though you never show up on time

It is your scent
Isabella Rossi
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Isabella Rossi  Nevada
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