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Feb 2018
We danced once and became what love means.
I remember the music and that flower in her hair.
We'd talk about things and shared interest
Funny how *** never came into our conversation!
Joe DaVerbal Minddancer
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Joe DaVerbal Minddancer  Maryland
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