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Sep 2021
your sweet voice
trumpets through
the
Celtic green air
but where to find
Regina’s fresh eyes
the wild scent of
her maple brown hair
leads the curious heart  
to your natural
sandpaper blues eyes
Written by
Stu Harley
49
   Weeping willow
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