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1d
Giant, gentle flakes
Falling
Slowly
to the ground.

Falling.

All of these
Little bits of moisture
Falling.  

To a place unknown
Iā€™m here.
Come to me.
Let your gentle head
Rest on my
Shoulder.  

.
JRF
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JRF  47/F/Canada
(47/F/Canada)   
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