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August 2016 And
Woulds't, that candles flame.
Just, flicker..... once, for me.
That briefly, I did touch, and brush... Against, whilst travelling, on my way.
Like a smoking swan.
And no longer will I know.
For I have I gone.
Passed .....on.
My life now spent.
And
never will I know.
Giajl © Jim Love
