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Margaret Ann Silver's avatar

Oh, how lovely. I'm taking a deep breath because of this poem.

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Richbee's avatar

Oh, I pine for the walk among crocus and autumn leaves crushed under foot, your poem releases a sage scent and a wick of light to see my path way as I tarried to long and the day grew shorter as I walk slowly home in the night.

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