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Oct 2014
I shall never forget these experiences.

Today is lovely and charming.
the crisp autumn air
is indeed magical;
however, no
enchantment or elixir or trance

can rival the true
bliss of how I
felt in those
gay summer days.

I know that
those days of yore
are gone forever,

but I can't help
to relive those days:

those ones I refer to
as my 'awakening',

those ones in which
I grew up,

those ones in which
I knew no fear or prejudice,

save only love and courage.
for (inspired by) S.P.C.
Written by
Samuel Klistoff
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