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Sep 2016
I am as delicate as a flower
made of ice
fine petals
gleaming in the sun
face turned
not knowing the fate ahead
I smile and shine and reflect
and just as the sun illuminates my face
I disappear without a trace
Rigmarole
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Rigmarole
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   Autumn Rose, John Stevens, --- and ---
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