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Mar 2010
Anywhere,
but here,
the birds sing songs,
of freedom.
Anywhere,
but here,
the children laugh,
and play games.
Anywhere,
but here,
the air is clean,
and the stars bloom.
Anywhere,
but here,
lovers love,
and love is enough.
Roseanna H
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Roseanna H
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   Joshua Phelps
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