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Jul 2017
I look up from my desk
in walks my sunshine
Tall as an oak
immovable
viable
real
love as it should be
viable
real
strengthening
powerful
perhaps it is but a dream
a dream of reality
a cloud of softness
tenderness
sensitivity
Written by
Beryl Pemberly  52/F
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