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Feb 2014
My mind is stuck somewhere in solemn haze
                            between the hands of reason,
and though I'd like to climb the mountain,
I'd rather hang on high.

I'll kiss the dying dove and send her
                             swimming through abyss.
It wasn't me I thought worth saving;
'twas you I'd surely miss.
Michael Jeffrey Wille
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Michael Jeffrey Wille  Elburn
(Elburn)   
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