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Jan 2019
One thousand years of trees will be standing
And my love for you
It will always go timber
In December,
your limbs kept me warm after dark
I remember,
A light shined so bright
We sparked.
My bearded man,
We flew, at best,
and into history went the rest
Unless, Even if,
One million years of trees stood standing limber
My love for you,
it would always go timber.
Written by
Thescientist  CA
(CA)   
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     Girard Tournesol, Fawn, --- and ---
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