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blessing, holding on, joys, life, love, memory, remembering, spirit, summer vines, time, touch, truth, understanding
in your eyes
enchanted summers
late night strolls
beyond the vine
serenades
we thought would spare us
from these willing webs
of time
. . .
Dream weaver poetry … just wonderful …
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Ah, top o’ th’ mornin’ to ya me sweet lass ! And may yer day be filled with naught but happiness 💚 ….. 🍀