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4d
A sun the color of a bellini only neon was on the rise.
And it was well on its way to beautiful!  What a sun!

It was swimming in a pool of extra cherry in the O.J.

The world goes round and who knows when the start was.
It's just another day waiting for Paradise.

I'm not counting time, just making time count.

Clicking off the precious days of life,
And I'm having fun.  All the while knowing

My Paradise will soon come.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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