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Sep 2022
Two people sat and talked a while ...
Upon a bench .. the sun did smile
I loved her like a summer day
But time took my true love away
I sat there with her hand in mine
Her beauty pure as aged wine
A memory lingers still....
Now all that's left is winters chill.
mark jarrad
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