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Sep 2013
The wind, howling at the moon, came through the trees
singing a beautiful ballad
of those who are forgetting memories
and losing hope.
singing of anguish and desire.
waiting for the sun to shine.
Ashley Boss
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Ashley Boss  Smitten with the Mitten
(Smitten with the Mitten)   
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   Paula Ulloa
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