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A child of five or six is waking up in morning’s light
Resting, Cheek down gently on the pillow -
Flagrant poetry, Gypsy man!
The music pools in what I am, -
I'm stopped in my tracks
I'm seeing your wordsby Beverlynohime 14 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 29 2:40 PM 2007. In Meaningful, Deaf, hearing, seeing, understanding, comprehension, Life, Thought -
Hello my Darling, take hold of my hand I'll be your eyes as we walk along the sand
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