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07/22/20 at 11:08PM
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Poetry
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Along the berm,
beside the tree,
is where my love
awaits for me.
A flower rare
is what I see.
It is there; she
awaits for me.
Her lilting laughter,
carries out to me.
Her sparkling eyes
awaits for me.
