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Apr 2018
when I lay beside my lover
the world below us runs for cover
the wretched cannot touch us here

faces turn in stark dismay
blood runs cold
their thoughts are gray
vacant eyes are dull with fear

they sense the light
that soon will burn
will rid our haven
of those who spurn
a world of love is drawing near
the wretched cannot touch us here
oldie
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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