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Dec 2021
Give ear, and I will speak, my love.
Hear the words of my mouth, my love.
Let my words trickle as the dew.

Let them refresh and renew, my love,
As gentle rain upon the grass
And copious showers which come at last,

My love is like that.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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