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Jan 2019
Her eyes burn with a fire that lit my days

She moved with a grace that did not abade

When her lips touched mine my breath would fade

Lost in my love for her I would remain

But alas she was a spirit not to be tamed.
Adolph Hamilton
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Adolph Hamilton  Bass River
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