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Mar 2021
Remember the songs the birds would sing ,when you played inside the melody of spring .And how the notes took flight ,just as a breeze played inside the night .Flying outside the melody you heard Playing in the trees of birds.
I was having a moment
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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