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Feb 8
The day was still young
My mind chose to leave
All solitude left
No more summer breeze
Flowers decayed
The sun harshly beamed
Slowly but surely
I fell into a dream
Her eyes stole my words
I was too stunned to speak
Only witness her smile and the soft sunlight on her cheeks
Maybe I fell in love
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     Jeremy Betts, Man and Weeping willow
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