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Mar 2013
Our words come easily flowing with our thoughts of each other,
we have let each others smile take a turn on our faces,
gently we creep into the sunrise of what may come to this day
as we brace ourselves for the change
which follows meeting potential and knowing its ways.
I ask myself too many questions,
but from my own answers
I will find your own of the same.
John Douglass
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John Douglass  Boston
(Boston)   
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