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Nov 2021
Rain comes slashing ‘cross my windowpane,
My summer comes abruptly to an end.
Once again, I’m calling out her name,
In my head it’s easy to pretend.
Sin ti no tengo sol, Alena.
From the forthcoming album “A Portrait of the Artist” by Ray Jordan
Ray Jordan
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Ray Jordan  56/M/Wisconsin
(56/M/Wisconsin)   
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