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Jul 2020
He knocked on my door
I let him in
his beauty profound
from ethics so sound
his purity, goodness good guide good dad
here right on time for which I'm glad
finally sunday morning in bed all day
with crumpled newpapers discarded
cross words resolved
the times here and now
examiner brings softest touch
telegraph wires touch and hold
star signs point to planetary collision
bright and bold,
starcrossed lovers find alchemical gold
If only
Rachel Lady Durand
Written by
Rachel Lady Durand  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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     ---, Sk Abdul Aziz and Imran Islam
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