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Dear Dream of mine, My life flashes by in a ray of colors, with so many frames and images that pass on. they aren't just pictures, they are masterpieces of water color, a work of art,
p { margin-bottom: 0.21cm; } Like the dying dwindling fire The embers rekindle Life As the dog left All alone Still protects his bone   Like the burnt out Mother
Excuse me, little mind. May you speak, may you shine.Your intelligence sparkles--- Yes, let it be bright.No one else gets you,
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