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Jul 2013
As the first chord is played
we are already spinning

around and around.

no one else is here.


dreams guide our footsteps,
love keeps us twirling.
We will always take it slow
but our hearts are off to the races

(Count the note as part of the poem, so it could be one poem or two - you decide!)
Zephyr
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Zephyr
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