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Jun 2010
thursday
my coffees gone
I attached a smile from a stranger
my world
it opens as I
yet it holds reserve that I
also hold
It sends my thoughts
without reason straight to
the heart of us both
Thursday
I sit within my hour
all compact and generous to each minute
I  sit motionless all revered
Thursday
have I come to love you yet?
perhaps not
but lets see how you behave today
Written by
Dean Jones
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   Pure LOVE
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