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Feb 2013
I awoke in a field of pure gold
Swaying in the breeze
The sun shined upon my breast
And warmed the earth around me
Laying in a field, of sweet serenity
I wished I had not woken up
For that dream was good to me.
Mr E
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   Nicole Fox
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