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Apr 21
dear lily,

it is nice to write about
the past
the dice already cast-

i am safe at my terminal-
anything might have happened?!
and present a blast..

we look back and laugh..!
hardly recognising ourselves..
(was i really mad and suicidal..)

then,i had a glimse of you!
on your old bicycle-pressing
on..up a hill..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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