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Jul 2014
What  language or voice does the wind speak?
When love comes softly our lives wait  our senses listen
Expectation tingles the flesh and we cannot hold all that we love
When the thunder flashes tossing thunder bolts at gains
We go chasing after the unknown
Certain to lose so scared
Lives with out hope
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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