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Dec 2016
The only thing I ever loved
Was placed just out of reach
Torturing with his presence
No change as I beseech

His Mind - was free of any stain
Lucid - and acute
His Eyes, pensive, mysterious
His Generosity I salute

His Hands - as skilled as Nature
His Gait - was staunch, like Trees
But I am an appalling creature
He has other people to tease
Megan Sherman
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Megan Sherman
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   Keith Wilson
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