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Coastlines guard us along our way,
As we gaze and point to places during our stay.
Cold and fresh as we were weeks away from May,
"I love you" were the only things I could say.
Losing bags with cards for the year,
One too many expensive glasses of wine and beer.
Canvases and paintings in the rear,
You are my only peer.
I took you to a special place,
Despite my...
Saturday 18th April 2020 2:55 pm
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