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Feb 2011
I hear the drops as they fall
banging louder in the squall
memories of a nother day
washing thoughts of age away

yet they bring a new me you
smell the freshness..smell of new
yet I feel so part a past
wishing future never last

time to wash away some dirt
time to move on in overt
time to clean the past away
wishin washing every day
andy fardell
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