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May 21
There are days when love is deeper than oceans
Running faster than faucet rivers at a head
And rolling quicker than wheels over hills and sleds through snowy dales intact

And then slower days of not (in love) arrive
With a scorching sun that never sets
And a chilling mournful eye in the night sky

My guess is that
In love we are tides
Simply unaware of our own comings and goings

How we ebb and flow until we die
In love
Challenging myself, just a little, today
Seanathon
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Seanathon
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       Mike Adam, Lure Pot and Melanii
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