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Nov 2021
Sharp jagged rocks, a river
doe's flow, I hear
your voice on the breeze
I've learned a lot and
one thing I do know
is your cry in the pine
on the trees. Lover
of life with a care free
spirit induces me to
see, that you are wild
and I'm nowhere near
it is why it's unsettled
in me. It's your way
that
caused me to see
that you were a lover
of all, the sign I was
under came crashing
like thunder and I'm
no longer six inches
tall.
charlieboy
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charlieboy  57/M/Sedro Woolley wa 98284
(57/M/Sedro Woolley wa 98284)   
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