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Jun 2014
What did she want? Will you ever know?
    Flakes of time hide the past like the gathering snow.
    If it ever was lost, it was finally found
    As there in the rain we ran it to ground.
    All the passion of fire on two fingertips
    As gently each one traced the other one’s lips.
    Kindled deep in the past, flames still lick at the air.
    If we both outlast time we know Love will be there
-1997  So sorry about the title. I have tried to retitle this over the years and usually end up losing it. So, there it is with it's seemingly unrelated start... At least I can find it!
Janet Brown
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Janet Brown  East Coast, USA
(East Coast, USA)   
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     ---, r and MalaiDaisies
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