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Aug 2010
Each night I sit and wait beneath the tree
to see if you have plans that include me
while I wait I sit and write
before I know it, gone's the night
and all I have is poems writ by me
A Thomas Hawkins
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A Thomas Hawkins  Canada
(Canada)   
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