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Apr 2014
The taste of her lips, the smell of her hair
Her laughter rippling, through the air
The feeling of, her hands in mine
The way her voice, makes everything fine
The things I've now taken time to see
That make her perfect, at least to me
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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     --- and Margaret
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