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Aug 2010
Two strangers meet in dreams most every night
nervously at first but now so right
They look into each others eyes
Sharing hows and whens and whys
Saving every precious moment fore their flight

Sometimes they sit together talk for hours
or else they just take time to smell the flowers
sometimes passions overcome
and their bodies become one
or they dance and sing and laugh in summer showers

But mostly all they do is simply "be"
because its all the time that they have currently
one day soon things they might change
depends on what can be arranged
and on that day I'll know exactly where we'll be
A Thomas Hawkins
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A Thomas Hawkins  Canada
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