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Nov 2017
A nightingale craves the early moon
Just as petulant March portends wintertide's -
turbulent doom
Robins solo in April's twilight hush
So what will my life become , devoid of her -
tender touch* ...
Copyright November 28 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
Written by
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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