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Feb 2014
A rose
He seldom bring me flowers
But once a year a dozen red roses
For each month he misses
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He never smiles,
unless it was a touch down
I always made him a cup of herbal tea
whenever, he was in town

However, I always smile without a reason
I asked him one or two lumps
I really miss the old chum
He doesn’t bring me flowers anymore
Dark n Beautiful
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Dark n Beautiful  New York
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