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Feb 2020
spring sings her new song, and the hail and the frost and the pretty flowers openΒ all their windows and doors. my poetry lay dormant as the winter wind. as the last storm and gust carries the poetry to a new morning, love finds me, love finds me.
beth fwoah dream
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beth fwoah dream  England
(England)   
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