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Aug 2016
He found me in my tree
Fearlessly climbed to me.

His eyes opened wide
A little shy I hide.

Nerves make me ramble
As I speak my souls preamble

His stories calm my waves
In day light we sit and gaze.

I impress you sounds just right.
The end of the tunnel is so bright.

I can see you want me close.
I hesitate to uphold my pose.

Too many have played this role.
So I'll wait before I unfold
Quinchet
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Quinchet  Allentown, PA
(Allentown, PA)   
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