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Jan 2020
I will feed you love
from my paper cup hands
everytime you are starved
for sunny days.

I will put your frozen hands
in my pre-warmed woolen gloves
everytime you may fall ill
from the chill outside our doorstep.
Written by
Joy
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     Joseph Rice and Bogdan Dragos
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