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Play Me
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September 2017 Play Me
A happy song.
For
I have none, of my own.
The years may have passed.
But
It's the beauty,
From your youth.
That I only see.
Maybe, I should.
Just stick to my dreams.
Those I've had, and those.....
I've left.
Still unfulfilled.
Like, the guitar.
You, never.....Played.
How I wish.
That I could hear....
It
Now !
Giajl © Jim Love
