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Aug 2017
We met first in the evening
When I was past my best
But his presence kindled
A sunshine in my breast

All night long I had the urge
To grab and kiss your hands
In perfect calm we could surge
Over troubled sands

I've seldom met a spirit
So steadfast and so kind
I muse upon him wantonly
O fiery, enchanted mind
Megan Sherman
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Megan Sherman
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   harlon rivers
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