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May 2020
the sun shined down on me
and made a blissful scene
for the day before
i must implore
the rain laid waste of me

the sun shined down on me
and heard my tangled plea
for i dare want more
and i dare explore
all there is to be

and when the sun shines down on me
will i stand and make you see
that a soul like yours
only blossoms and soars
and how you’ve got a friend in me

be well,
bcb
an accustomed custom does the sun turn out to be,
better make the best of it
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bcb  21/M/tx
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