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May 2018
hey harpist with the stringy fingers
pluck me some melody made of daydreams
serenade my sleepless soul into
an ethereal pool where bodies are not needed
let each note pronounce as though to
declare the highest of high with sunshine
emanating through the vibrations of blissful contact
ripple love my way as though it could be shaped
so that I may know rest in peace
Kevin
Written by
Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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     --- and Gidgette
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