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Oct 2016
Would you talk with me for a while
For now I feel to fragile,
All this untamed feelings exile
And you and I are still away a million miles,
O beloved hurry - I don't have much while
and if you get too late - don't you forget to smile.
thehiddenwriter
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   Doug Potter
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