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Apr 2019
In the cradle of my mind
You lay in wait for me supine
To hold my hand amòngst the sand
To join in stoning loves caravan.  
We will rob earth of her mystery .
Dancing in the silver spray of serendipity .
Basking in the wealth of living simply.
Anecandu
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Anecandu  M/Jamaica
(M/Jamaica)   
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