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Aug 2020
The sandstorm of desperation
blows through my arid heart
tearing my future's longed for oasis apart
my heartbeats are the drumming
of countless Nomads' feet
all that I need is a well
from which my thirst to quench
give me love, give me
that well that is your heart
full of love deep and sweet
sheila sharpe
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sheila sharpe  74/F/Kegworth
(74/F/Kegworth)   
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