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May 2018
lily, why not
a t shirt
heat was hot
an open heart
work would
donkey hut
time stopped..

dear to me
a treasured boot
wait..
white cut
blue eyed
the great truth
an old blanket
said stars about
my own route..

lily,young then!
youth when
a day eternal
a planet suite
how sea blue
how skies blue
how warm bread
nothing all and
not possible..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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