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Jun 2017
A friend who had the will to care,
With heart so sure and strong and fair,
Who stooped to lend a heartfelt hand,
An exquisite example to our land.
No breath of malice lingered there,
Imbued with a love that's pure and rare,
Only beget kindly eyes,
As wide and deep as skies.

Though of a blasphemy I told,
Without thine regards bereft of my hearts gold,
I alienated a fair heart true,
For through my heart a warm breeze blew,
For having met a soul so kind,
Having neglected Love, activity refined,
In regret I bubble, rue,
But Love is what I wish for you.

The foulest howl I had beget,
For dwelling in lies I still fret,
Deceived by dubious Devils tongue,
My regrets I have sung.
I still chase sun, I still chase Love,
Even if not with your self,
Let our kinship swell with health,
Prithee, don't sully our memories with pain.
Megan Sherman
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