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May 2019
I see you from the third floor
you there with white blossoms in your hair.
I envy the birds who fly freely
And rest in your shiny green glory.
I wish I could smell your sweet scent
Hold your soft pedals to my cheek
to heal all the blemishes
make smooth the rough spots
witness the fragrance of my serenity.
Glenn Currier
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Glenn Currier  M/DeSoto, TX
(M/DeSoto, TX)   
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