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Aug 31
Brush with your lips
my questing finger tips
hold my breath
in a pulse of your heart
hear my voice in the echoes
of the summer scented breeze
and so never let us part
sheila sharpe
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sheila sharpe  72/F/Kegworth
(72/F/Kegworth)   
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