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Feb 16
the ground beneath my feet
soft grass that’s fresh with dew
cold with deeper warmth

the air that I breath
fresh breeze warming inside
rising to long strength

the hope within my dreams
wide and filling my morning
building fresh foundations
Watching a Mr Rogers documentary.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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     Jimmy silker
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