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May 2021
We lay in a field of barley
you smoothed my hair as the wind played
I told you my deepest dreams

You held them in your soft silken hands
and smiled
Then crushed them into sand

I lay in a field of barley, alone
dreaming
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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