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Oct 2014
It is early October.
Late afternoon sunlight silvering the tree tops blowing
on the hillsides all around in mist
rising from somewhere far away...
Last summer one afternoon here on greener grass
I drew you to me, forgetful love has a season,
a torment greater than
between kisses...
Ronald Jones
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