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Jan 2014
Smoke
you can watch it forever
moving slowly
as if it were to dance in the air
free as can be
slowly and majestic it moves
the scent can be crude
but when it curls around your fingers
when it lingers in your hair
smoke
its deadly but beautiful
Robin Fulford
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Robin Fulford  Queensville
(Queensville)   
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