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Jul 2016
Under the vast dark of dawn's lofty cope,
with eyes as ablaze as the great sphere,
desire from the first of childhood cheer
looks skyward, past the shadows *****
through the lens that dreams cannot scope;
and makes no woe of the twilight dear.
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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