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Jun 2020
Her barefoot patter on the floor,
My straining ears do hear no more,
So I will cut in half what minutes waste,
Those memories of her smiling face,
To be bound up tightly then be placed,
In a warm sunbeam outside my door,
To be released then gently in the night,
When once again my love arrives.
Written by
Ron
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