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Apr 2021
Maybe it’s the,
blue skies,
green fields,
or the dirt roads.
It could be,
white clouds,
cool breezes,
or the smell of,
s’mores over a bonfire.
More than likely,
it’s the music,
playing on the radio,
making me fall,
more in love with you.
Written by
Datore Fargo  29/F/Kansas
(29/F/Kansas)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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