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Feb 2019
His hands, like his love,
were never maudlin,
her love never cloudy

Beneath crystal skies
aloft clear springs
hands cross

to mould house and home
in sunshine and
rain
Happy Valentine's Day
Written by
Anita Alig  49/F/Ireland
(49/F/Ireland)   
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