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Jul 2013
Instantly I saw her, she caught my eye,
Pulling up to the platform.
I'd missed her, But nothing changed,
Except,
A different look, I felt more respected.
At level, not intimidated anymore.
I felt strong,
Oh was I wrong.
I wanted new reforming, getting to know one another once more,
Laughing, caring.
So special that moment. That time.
Treasured forever,
When first came to level.
Mary Elizabeth Kavanagh
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Mary Elizabeth Kavanagh  London
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