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Jun 2013
what  language   or voice does the wind speak? when love softly comes our lives wait our senses   listen expectation tingles the flesh and we cannot hold that we love and had when the lightning flashes tossing bolts at eatthly gains we go chasing after  what we  are destined to lose out of step with the present  and scared by the future that could have our lives glowing with hope
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victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
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