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Apr 2013
A warm breeze that blew in from the south
Is what I rode in on

From the very moment that I arrived
I've felt so much at home

I loved, I laughed, I cried
As I watched each of us grow

But alas my forever friends
I must be moving on

An empty grave on a cold mountain side
Covered in a foot of snow

While it is that I'm away
Is where my heart will go
Needing to take a break from the madness that I've created withΒ Β my poetry addiction!
I'll be back....
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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