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Dec 2010
From all of these,
Thoughts and things.
It's his love that
sings.

He heard her voice,
in the air.
He turned back to
stare.

She was standing,
here and there.
Beauty no matter
where.

Thought his senses
were so clear,
staring with his
fears.  

She's a graceful
butterfly.
She can also
fly.

He always chased
her away.
Today's a new,
Day!

In the air, there's
Something new.
The word of love's
here.

He walked up close,
grabbed her hand.
Now, here's where they
stand.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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