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May 2017
An Angel in the evening,
Cast light upon my nest,
I could tell, his presence kindled,
A sunshine in my breast,
All night long I had the urge,
To grab and kiss his hands,
In perfect calm we could surge,
Over troubled sands,
I've seldom met a spirit,
So steadfast and so kind,
I muse upon you wantonly,
O fiery, enchanted mind.
Megan Sherman
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