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Nov 2018
Theirs was the love of a lifetime, that both let slip away,
Forgetting that you can't grow flowers without some rainy days,
Cover your head from the showers,
Miss the rainbow through the rain,
The itsy-bitsy seeds of doubt, brought forth
A harvest of regret and pain.
The Poet Tree
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The Poet Tree  46/M/CA
(46/M/CA)   
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   Fawn, Ben's Oldies and Yann
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