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by Shirley Smothers
Look into
my eyes.
The sparkle
you see
in them
is my
love for you.
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Wednesday 14th August 2013 3:40 pm
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Mark Boor on Noel Nonets
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Red Brick Keshner on a widow's lament in an age of no flowers"
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Stephen Gospage on a widow's lament in an age of no flowers"
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