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Dec 2012
So when can my sassy smile,
Be gazed upon by your chestnut eyes?
Shall I stroll that golden mile?
Meet you at home to hug away my thirsting sighs.

The beams of sun have peeped hello,
Called to the wind to cease its blow.
Amble with the boys along our walk,
Pass the time with our looks and light chatter'd talk.
Lee Janes
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