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Jan 2019
I could swear that I saw you
last night
under the old oak at the pond
closely entwined
in the arms of a man;
you looked up into the dark night sky
and it seemed
as if you were trying
to find an answer to all your questions;
last night,
yes, it was yesterday
I could swear that I saw you.
under the old oak at the pond
julie
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