Why? Because Life/love is poetry waiting to be written
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The Spring
It does not gurgle like the brook Meandering through the verdant nook It bubbles like a soundless spring Flowing from a source within…. Gleams in my eye like summer dew My never-ending love for you
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