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Nov 2014
It is ordinary that, with passing time,
Hers becomes mine.
It could be
      Last year's wine
      Or wrinkle lines
Either way, I will stay

to toast to those lines another day.
Love
Simon Forsythe
Written by
Simon Forsythe  Canada
(Canada)   
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