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Jun 2013
Last night I dreamt of you, it was musical, sad, yet happy and alive.
I tried to stretch it out something like, a long summer drive.
It was full of memories, magic and touching with care.
I looked at all of you from your baby toes to your hair.
I danced with you slowly and close sometimes off beat
I tried to remember the miracle that caused us to meet.
I may never get to replay all the passion that once was there
But it doesn't and won't, ever change the love, and the way that I care.
Copyright .....W.H. Colegate
June 22/21013
Wayne H Colegate
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Wayne H Colegate  77/M/Canada
(77/M/Canada)   
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