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SWEET COURTER
Words melt into
hours
of
flowers
flowing
freely
familiarity
unexpected
but
embraced
left with
possibilities
hopes
dreams
of
tomorrow.
by Lynn Hahn
Saturday 9th September 2017 1:17 am
SUNDAY MORNING
easy like Sunday morning
that's my man...
no drama
dressed in laughter
that's what I'm after
ready to walk a mile
to make me smile
heart so warm
takes away every storm
oh babe I will return the pleasure
I'll be your favorite treasure.
by lynn hahn
Tuesday 7th February 2017 5:21 am
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