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Dec 2012
Stirring in my repose
Of you again.
With unconscious smile
Sweetening dream.
Twas just a sun ago
I smiled before
Return to reality
Lonely again.

What is it that brings my mind
Back to you?
Is there something we can't see?
After two score moons,
What is this telling me?
Written January 8, 2004 @ 1:05 PM CST
Gary W Weasel Jr
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