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Aug 2013
What dreams may come to me this night
yet disappear by mornings light
What visions there of you and me
my waking hours will never see

The touch, the taste, the smell of you
Is cast out by the sun
But in the first breath of a brand a new day
Lies the scent of dreams to come
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A Thomas Hawkins
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A Thomas Hawkins  Canada
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