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Aug 2013
I'm so happy when my girls come to see me,
I love to watch them squabble,
talk amongst themselves.
Life is important.

They smile,
I beam.
We discuss strangers tattoos,
winking and noses,
things that matter.

An hour came then the hour went.
Two weeks and we'll continue the same conversation.
Max Doe
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