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Nov 2017
Doorbells chime
Coffee pots brew
He glances at me as if on cue
Footsteps shuffle
Thunder rumbles
In a raspy voice I hear him mumble
Dark roast
Light eyes
His smile is known to mesmerize
Rain outside
Brings crowds in
And suddenly I'm next to him
Hands meet
And then do eyes
I've met my angel in disguise
Sweater Weather
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Sweater Weather  22/F/Cumberland Gap
(22/F/Cumberland Gap)   
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     b e mccomb and Keith Wilson
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