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Oct 2017
I've been told to count my blessings as they come
***** dishes in the sink and a wish for a home
A permanent frown that says why bother
Never paint stars in the eyes of another
Ask the autumn winds about forever
The rustle in the trees reply whatever
And the way you reach for your jacket whispers never
Written by
A E Bill
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