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Jun 2014
Her name was Jane, musical and sweet
                                  the
                                 way
                                 her
                                voice,
                               so soft
                               and
                             eloquent,
                             makes me
                                shiver,
                             I see
                         her name
                      in every
                  waking
             second.
         Jane.
Concrete poetry
Written by
John trulon  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
240
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