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Apr 2017
One more sunset;
what does it matter?
There n' gone,
unborn reborn.
Over and over.
Without a lick of sense,
or the luck of a four leaf clover.
Gregory Paul Dancer
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Gregory Paul Dancer
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   Alice, kim and Keith Wilson
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