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Jan 2014
A little of morning air
With breeze that
blows through our hair
We wake up to greet
The friends we will meet
There are flowers on our hands
They touched down on our land
Smiles etched on our faces
We went to different places
Time flies by as
we say our goodbyes
We've had the best of times(past tense)
And with that,we end our rhyme.
written with a friend for a friend from an exchange program
Mi
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