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Nov 2018
I remember the time we laid in the grass
when I reached up to grab my glass
Brewed with special herbs and hops
It makes you want to never stop
I am aroused with a goose
"Ha" my friend replied,  " You better keep loose!"
I gaze into my world of dream
And then I hear the dreadful scream
And it shall haunt me forever more
The day she died on the shore
Holding hands in the sun
Together united into one
But those are just memories.
Written by
duane hall  M/kennewick washington
(M/kennewick washington)   
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