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Jan 2017
Two red cherries
under the twinkle
of a fading star,
They whisper together...*

*,, She was wearing
a pocket watch,
long chain
made of stars,
and the clock
made of the moon.

Alas, he never came,
But she is still up there
in the diamond sky,
Waiting... ,,
Autumn Rose
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Autumn Rose  F/Where the roses wilt
(F/Where the roses wilt)   
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