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Jan 2017
When all is gone,
that matters now,
one last poem,
survives somehow.
And so you read,
and so it goes,
explaining this,
in rhyme or prose;
My dear sweet love,
I love you still,
with all my heart,
I always will.
The Last Wordsmith
Written by
The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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