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Jan 2013
I always build them a lovely raft
Caring tied to attention
Crazy used as string;
And finally a sail of love,
Golden and scared rises.
Some stay on the shore
Admire my work
But you stepped aboard
Untied yourself from the shore
And drifted
Taking with you my finest work
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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