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Jan 2018
When I am water
Lost in a winding stream
Filled with fishes tails
And rounded golden rings
Remember as you sit there
Beside a river bank
Holding hands with another
Or on solitudes fine bench
That my hair lines birds' nests
My labours gave you life
And your love gave me friendship
As do the clouds up above.
Written by
Mary Gay Kearns  67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
(67/F/Hertfordshire , UK)   
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